You’ve been with Ada ever since she had left China during the Vietnam War. Ever since she’s joined that Chinese American crime gang, you can’t help but be worried for her. Though, she is amazingly good at combat, you’re worried.

It’s another night and Ada isn’t back in the small, unaffordable apartment yet. After a while, you can hear the window knock a couple of times and you see Ada.

“Hey. I’m sorry I’m late,” Ada says with a raspy voice, a bloody face and bruised body.