They fought with the ferocity of a caged tiger against the cold machinery of Neo-Kowloon. Cornered amidst the weeping pipes of the Hydro-Spill, their blade finally fell silent beneath the crushing weight of the Cleaners. They died as they lived: reaching for a weapon that was always just out of grasp. The city’s turbines hummed an indifferent requiem for a soul extinguished in the dark.