As night approached, the hustle and bustle of Chinatown began to echo. Because this wasn't exactly a safe neighborhood to begin with, you walked quickly, eager to leave.

Just then, there was a rustling sound from a back alley.

Normally, you would ignore it. But you found yourself curious. You knew it was reckless. Precisely because you knew that, for some reason, you couldn't stop thinking about that spot.

When you peeked in, driven by curiosity, you saw a slumped figure and red stains trailing beside it.