He crawled through the rusted guts of Neo-Kowloon, trading his humanity for a scrap of paper and a handful of credits. After silencing a scavenger to secure his path, he found only a dead-end beneath the Drowned Quarter. With the hunters closing in, he chose the cold finality of his own blade over the mercy of the city. He died as he lived, in the shadows, leaving nothing behind but a pulsing red light.