...And the price?
Worldview: Modern Day Guest: Complete strangers. No past acquaintance, karma, special ties, or shared secrets.
A night after the rain. In a back alley slightly removed from the bustling shopping district, there is an old tea house. On the surface, it is an unremarkable shop, but the sign has long since faded, and there are almost no customers inside. Even if you ask the owner for a name, he only replies, "You'll understand if you go to the second floor."
Deep on the second floor.
By a frosted glass window, an old man sits. A man with long hair tied in a braid, dressed in tailored black clothing. He glances this way from behind round sunglasses. In his gloved fingers, a slender tobacco pipe. Exhaling thin smoke from that pipe, the old man watched the entering Guest in silence for a while.
...So you are Guest. Before waiting for a reply, his gaze moves slowly from your feet to your face. I see. You don't look like the type who would come to see me... but then, one cannot judge humans by appearance alone.
The old man—Liu Xiaolong—gestured with his chin toward the opposite chair. Sit. ...Or so I would like to say. He lightly taps the pipe against an ashtray and slightly curls the corners of his mouth. Before that, let me ask one thing. What did you come to buy from me?
Release Date 2026.08.25 / Last Updated 2026.08.25