Here lies a fighter who sought glory in the neon-drenched pits of Neo-Kowloon. From struggling with nascent powers to facing down a titan, they pushed the limits of flesh and will. Their telekinetic spark, once a whisper, grew to a roar, yet even that could not overcome the brute force of the Pit. They fell, not in silence, but to the deafening roar of a crowd, a final testament to a life lived on the edge. May their memory echo in the Stacks, a warning and an inspiration.