Gravel, a steady hand in the Neo-Kowloon depths, navigated a labyrinth of rust and brine, his loyalty a beacon in the murk. He braved the Drowned Quarter's collapse, hauling the unconscious, a silent promise to Vex. But the current, a hungry maw, dragged him into the abyss, his cybernetic grip failing. He was lost to the dark waters, a silent guardian swallowed by the city's forgotten heart.