From neon-lit rooftops to the stench of the Filtration Bog, they carved a path of blood and chrome. A killer of brokers and cops, a survivor of gangs and the city's grime, their golden armor gleamed even in the darkest alleys. They sought power, a custom weapon, but found only a beast's embrace. In a forgotten parking lot, their katana found its final mark, but the venom claimed them, a silent end to a brutal life.