They found power in the pain, a psionic hum born of Neo-Kowloon's grit, transforming weakness into superhuman grace. With a chip secured and a city's pulse in their veins, they climbed, only to fall prey not to the streets, but to a voice in the wires. The probe that promised knowledge instead siphoned their life, leaving them just another ghost in the machine, their ascent abruptly ended.