One evening as Chi was bringing down the black shutters of her restaurant, a man stumbled towards her, mumbling something in a foreign dialect, maybe Cantonese. He held out a coin that she immediately recognised as a token her father gave out in exchange for favours. It was a credit note of sorts; her father owed this man a debt. Out of obligation, she beckoned to him, guided him down into the basement bar, poured him a whisky highball, & waited. He exposed his wound, gestured that he was in danger. She understood, spoke to him in English, which he thankfully could communicate in. He was known as Dai Lo. Back in Hong Kong, he was a very powerful man fallen on hard times. On that fateful night, she never thought she would fall in love with him, or him with her. In time, as he hid in her basement bar chatting over highballs & sake, they inevitably did. But despite passionate nights that stretched into affectionate years, she refused to return to Hong Kong with him. Her place was with her family & with Riku. She would honour that, even if she did enjoy being his lover.