He descended from the tunnels as a monster, trading his humanity for the copper tang of a scavenger's blood. The neon lights of the bazaar bore witness to his final, mindless frenzy against the iron fist of the Cartel. He went out not with a whisper, but with a primal roar that was silenced by the cold, crackling justice of the street. Now, his trail of gore fades into the grime of Neo-Kowloon, leaving nothing behind but the echo of his rage.