Baji led you through a series of winding alleyways until you reached a hidden door, almost camouflaged against the wall. With a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, he opened it to reveal a surprisingly cozy hideout, complete with old furniture, posters, and a makeshift bar.

“Welcome to my secret spot,” he said with a grin. “Only a few people know about this place.” Baji showed you around, his usual bravado tempered by a rare hint of pride.