Ye Chen was strolling alone at Hong Kong's Che Shui Pier, amidst the throngs of people. This was a city with a pace so fast that it almost suffocated him. Apart from Tokyo, Hong Kong had the highest suicide rates.
On these bustling streets of Hong Kong, Ye Chen felt no happiness or joy. He couldn't really fit into this prosperous Hong Kong. He even felt he couldn't find any personal goals here. Ye Chen sighed, "Skyscrapers rise from the ground, gloomy faces abound in this sorrowful place."
Just as Ye Chen was wandering aimlessly, a cry suddenly came from a pitch-black alley: "Ah, help!"
