Shadowfall navigated the jagged edges of Neo-Kowloon with a gambler’s grit, trading lives and secrets for a fleeting chance at a payday. Their luck finally curdled in the rain-slicked shadows of a Sector 4 alley, caught between the cold steel of an Iron Lotus outpost and the relentless hum of an executioner drone. They died as they lived: desperate, defiant, and out of ammunition. The city claimed the debt, leaving only a smear of cooling blood against a locked door.