Wolef, forever chasing a phantom redemption, sought worth in the neon-drenched alleys of Neo-Kowloon. A debt, a chip, a desperate climb – each step a gamble to reclaim a lost name. But a Syn-Tech trap, hidden in plain sight, proved too high a price. They fell not to a bullet or a blade, but to the brutal justice of a rusted pipe, their final breath a silent "fuck" in the Drowned Quarter.