Vodus moved through Neo-Kowloon with the arrogance of a man who believed his hardware made him untouchable. He dismissed the warnings of ghosts and sirens, choosing to ignore the encroaching signal until the silence became the only thing left. In the hollow dark of a transit lift, he finally traded his skepticism for a permanent exit. He died as he lived: convinced he was the only one who knew the truth, while the city simply kept on humming.