From the shadows of the Wires to the salt-slicked catwalks of the Drowned Quarter, they chased a payday that never arrived. A debt to a cold-eyed ripperdoc remained unpaid, and the secrets of Mateo Varela vanished into the dark with them. They fell not to the corporate might of Syn-Tech, but to the rusted iron and rot of a city that never forgave a slip in the dark.