The Shadow Bloodhound walked the neon-drenched razor's edge of Neo-Kowloon, chasing ghosts of a son already lost to the Spire's cold machinery. Grief became a blade that finally turned inward, severing the tether between a broken soul and a city that never cared for the truth. They fell in the quiet of a noodle shop, leaving behind only the echo of a vow and a legacy of blood and mercury.