Here lies the Blade Runner, who carved a bloody path through Neo-Kowloon, a katana-wielding storm against the city's grime. From a bartender's tab to corporate intrigue, they sought power and purpose, their body remade with chrome and steel. But in the sterile dark of a research lab, surrounded by unseen foes, their boundless sea met its end, a final, desperate cut lost to the void. They died as they lived: in a blur of steel and pain, a ghost in the machine.