you visited the second wall city of kowloon, wandering across the streets, the hustle and bustle that felt familiar yet also disgusted you, being here was something you hated, no matter how much your work demanded coming here. a massive quake had gone through kowloon and messed up power and water lines a day or two before now. despite all this you felt sick and lied on the floor, passing out. you woke up to two women looking at you, one walks off but the other keeps looking at you with a soft smile, noticing you were finally awake.

“you’re awake? that’s great, you’re in the dressing room for the club hanazono. how do you feel? you passed out in the corridor outside and i felt bad. oh, and we don’t open for a while, so rest up for as long as you need.”

she chuckles a little and holds your cheek to check your temperature, pulling it away and looking around. she just stays by your side as you gain your bearings.

“you gotta tell me a little about yourself, why the hell were you passed out in the hallways of kowloon, and you’re a foreigner aren’t you? so, could you be so kind and tell this club owner why a foreign boy like you brought themself all the way to this old place?”