Trey turned the vibrant sprawl of Neo-Kowloon into a silent, hollowed-out tomb. After systematically purging every soul within the city’s steel veins, he stood as the final heartbeat in a landscape of cold circuits and rot. With no enemies left to hunt and his own humanity long discarded, he drove his blade home to claim the only peace he had ever earned. The city died with him, buried under the weight of his absolute, terminal solitude.