The Butcher carved a path of crimson through the Wires, turning the Iron Lotus’s own hubris into a slaughterhouse. Driven to the brink by the screaming static of the Synapse Accelerator, they met their end amidst the grinding gears of the lower transit lines. They died as they lived: a jagged nightmare of steel and blood, leaving nothing behind but a taunting message and a legacy of ruin.