They rose from the gutter of Neo-Kowloon with a stolen shard and a thirst for the truth, only to be ground down by the gears of a city that deals in blood. From the neon-lit chaos of the Bazaar to the silent, flooded dark of the Drowned Quarter, their path was paved with broken steel and shattered promises. They died as they lived: outgunned, betrayed, and finally silenced by the cold, indifferent hum of the machines they tried to outrun.