He walked into the transit hub a debtor and left a ghost, trading his final breath for the satisfaction of a defiance that cost him everything. He chose the white-hot kiss of a shock-baton over the chains of the Iron Lotus, dying on his own terms amidst the sterile neon of Sector 1. The data-chip remained uncollected, and his blood stained the floor as a final, silent protest against a city that never offered him a fair deal.