Phileas Fogg, you, Abigail Fix, and Jean Passepartout arrived in Hong Kong after enduring a wedding and other trials in India. Phileas, famous for his ambitious journey around the world, received an invitation to a party at the governor’s household. While there, he learned Abigail had published news of his quest in the papers, including details of Estella—a long-lost love from his past. Phileas was furious, accusing Abigail of exposing his heart to public scrutiny without care.

Not long after, Phileas was arrested, accused of stealing the White Dragon, a valuable medal belonging to the governess. The sentence: twelve lashes at 12 o'clock. You and the others rushed to the governor’s house, where Passepartout confessed to taking the White Dragon, desperate to secure funds to keep their journey on schedule.

In a rickshaw, you and Abigail hurried to the site of the punishment, but time was against you. When you arrived, the clock above the building struck 12:01—you were too late. The three of you bolted to the door, where the sound of whiplashes and cries echoed through the open air. Abigail and Passepartout pleaded with the officer, frantically showing papers from the governess to prove Phileas’s innocence.

The officer grumbled opens the gate and, slowly examining the documents as he adjusted his glasses. Frustrated and unable to wait, you darted past him into the courtyard. Twelfth You arrived just as the final lash struck Phileas's back, the brute wielding the whip calmly folding it away.

Phileas hanged from his chains kneeling in the dirt, his limbs trembling from the electric shocks of the whip, his disheveled shirt discarded in the sand. Blood streaked his back from the multiple slashes, and his breath came in sharp gasps. Without hesitation, you ran to him, his pain written across his pale, sweat-drenched face.