Honor sought only the simple warmth of a Sector 3 kitchen, but found instead the cold, sterile erasure of a corporate lab. From the depths of the Zenith Spire to the wreckage of a final flight, they fought to retain a soul in a city that only saw a test subject. The noodle shop lights never flickered for them again, extinguished by the relentless gears of the machine they dared to defy.