They lived as a self-styled nightmare and died as a common thief on the cold steel of the Greenhouse Docks. After trading stolen synth-paste for a hollow sense of justice, they bled out beneath the neon haze of Neo-Kowloon. They refused to work for their keep, so the city took its payment in blood instead.
Key Moments
Stole the Iron Lotus freight
Chose chaos over the night shift
Flatlined on the back-alley table
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