Here lies a spirit unbroken, even by steel. They fought to the last, teeth and skull against the unyielding city, a final, desperate symphony of defiance. Their final act, a tear in the throat of their captor, echoed the raw, untamed heart that beat beneath the neon glow. Though silenced by a pulse bolt, their legend whispers in the rain-slicked alleys of Neo-Kowloon: they died on their own terms.