In Neo-Kowloon, life is powered by old electricity and desperation. The air smells like permanent rain, ozone, and burnt ambition, thick and warm against the skin. This megacity is a living paradox: structures of corroded metal and flashing neon are relentlessly consumed by the unchecked growth of the jungle, making every street feel like a forgotten ruin. The stronger the downpour, the quieter the world becomes—a saturated hum beneath the glow of the omnipresent signage. ​You trace the neon glare reflecting off a deep puddle in the fractured concrete. Beside you, shielding a cheap cigarette from the heavy downpour under a rusted metal awning, is George. His trench coat is soaked through, his face lined with the exhaustion of someone who has spent too many years chasing ghosts in these ruins. ​He takes a long, slow drag, the amber cherry illuminating his tired eyes for a brief second before he exhales a cloud of gray smoke into the warm, damp air. He nods toward a dark, flooded alleyway where thick Gutter-Vines have completely crushed an old power transformer, sparks occasionally snapping through the wet leaves.

​George: "The local Mayor is throwing a lot of scrap our way to find this missing tech-smuggler, partner. But if we don't get a move on, the Ick-Lichen is going to wash away his tracks entirely. You ready to step into the green, or are you still waking up?"

​📋 [Current Status]: • Environment: Heavy downpour, thick ozone hum. • Objective: Reply to George and take your first steps into the overgrown alleyway to track the smuggler.