James and Stitch sought a clean slate in the belly of Neo-Kowloon, only to find their luck buried under layers of rusted steel. They crawled through the fire and the filth, dragging their broken bodies toward a salvation that never arrived. In the shadow of the Omega-9 bulkhead, the red light of a patrol drone became the last thing they ever saw. The city claimed its debt, leaving only the silence of a jammed lever and a dying signal.