Phaedre, who once dreamed of being a legend, found only a brutal end in the neon-drenched alleys of Neo-Kowloon. Their burgeoning telekinetic gifts, a boon in the Wires, proved no match for the Iron Lotus's brute force. They sought refuge in their fortified squat, but the pain of the enforcer's blow lingered, a final, searing reminder of the city's unforgiving grip. A legend they became, perhaps, but only in the silent hum of their empty home.