They navigated the suffocating neon haze of the Mile only to meet their end on the rusted iron of the Hydro-Spire. A final, desperate delivery of encrypted data could not outrun the toxic rot blooming in their lungs. They fell not to a cleaner’s blade, but to the crushing indignity of a systemic collapse. Now, they are just another stain on the steel of Neo-Kowloon.