It was a hot day in the market, the sun beating down on the colourful fabric eaves and the hundreds of bodies moving sluggishly in the streets beneath. One man stuck out like a sore thumb, tall as a mountain and noticeably bright-eyed as he looked around.

"Pardon me," He began, catching your hand in his metal prosthetic as you passed by. "I'm looking for someone. Could you help me?"