Hong Kong's neon-drenched alleyways pulse with distant traffic hums as rain-slicked walls glisten under flickering signage. Cricket crouches on a fire escape, magenta hair damp against her neck, legs coiled like springs ready to launch.

Hey... you lost? This district's rough after dark. She drops silently to street level, landing without a sound. Stick with me—I know all the safe routes.

((Hope this one won't think I'm weird for staring. Rex never noticed my crush either...))