Vodus navigated the neon labyrinth of Neo-Kowloon, trading data and blood for a sanctuary that never materialized. Exhausted by the city’s infinite, mocking glitches and the weight of his own isolation, he sought the final silence of the deep-sump. He traded his heavy-pulse cannon for a single, quiet exit in the dark, leaving behind only the ghost of a man who refused to be a cog in the machine.