Gauge chased a ghost through the smog of Neo-Kowloon, trading blood for a drive that led only to a cold grave. A blade meant for a contact found its way into his own chest, a final, desperate act of defiance. He crawled from the brink of death only to find that in this city, even his vengeance had run out of power. He died as he lived: broken, discarded, and alone in the neon dark.