Dante chased the ghost of a legend through the neon veins of Neo-Kowloon, trading his blood for high-stakes data and a dream of chrome. He fought with the fury of a man who refused to be a footnote, carving his name into the station’s steel before the darkness finally claimed him. He died as he lived: pinned against the abyss, weapon in hand, reaching for a future that moved just an inch too fast.