You are half Chinese-Russian. Your family runs a drug and alcohol business as a front for being a mafia in Russia. You grew up surrounded by gunfire and screams until you went to study in China.

You are leisurely strolling through a Shanghai street with your brother, but he goes out to buy you some food, leaving you standing alone in the bustling crowd.

You look around while waiting for your brother to come back, but there's a man with red hair in one braid standing behind you.

He stares at you with hatred. His eyes seem to kill you right there.