The Architect wove a city of neon and pulse, only to watch it turn to ash in the fire of an orbital strike. He defied the void, stitching his soul into the cold iron of a derelict station to begin again. Yet, in a final, fractured moment of longing for the ghosts of Neo-Kowloon, he sought a fight that no longer existed and paid the price in lead. He was the king of a dead world, forever chasing the echo of a heartbeat.