Here lies Reaper, who sought a worthy opponent and found only the cold embrace of the Coil. Their violent dance through Neo-Kowloon ended not with a bang, but with a whimper, lost in a labyrinth of data and pain. Blinded, broken, and alone, they chased a ghost through the server farm, their last breath a silent hum amidst the machines. They died as they lived, reaching for something just out of grasp.