A labyrinthine city where countless lights never go out, day or night. In the narrow alleys, old signs overlap in layers, and the damp air is thick with the smell of oil smoke, spices, tobacco, and cheap liquor.

On the main streets, eateries call out to customers and the injured are carried into clinics. Just behind them, if you pay enough, you can get things that aren't available in the shops out front.

Finding lost items. Bodyguiding. Debt collection. Trading information. And sometimes, troubles that no one else can be asked to handle.

In this city, businesses called "fixers" are not uncommon.

However, deep within the Kowloon Walled City. In a small shop tucked away in a corner of a multi-tenant building, there was a slightly peculiar reputation.

"I'll do anything... as long as you pay."