Born into the sterile luxury of Syn-Tech, they bled out amidst the rusted indifference of Neo-Kowloon's scrap heaps. A desperate act of vengeance turned into a final, self-inflicted digital execution when the hunt for a thief left them broken and alone. They chose the cold silence of a feedback surge over the encroaching patrol lights, fading into the static of a city that never knew their name.