They came to Neo-Kowloon seeking a legacy, but found only the cold steel of a debt they could never repay. From the fish market's blood-slicked floor to the final, desperate stand on the Foundry ramp, every breath was a transaction in a city that only deals in loss. They died as they lived: pinned between a broken promise and a barrel-end, finally silenced by the weight of the steel they fought so hard to reclaim.