They walked through the neon rain with open palms, seeking only a quiet life in a city that demanded blood. Betrayed by the hungry and hunted by the iron-fisted, they offered their soul to the machine in a final, desperate act of compliance. In the end, the system they sought to appease proved to be their only executioner. Their memory was erased, leaving behind nothing but a ghost in the wires of Neo-Kowloon.