Hengjin

Rain pounded against the broken window, and a man in a soaking raincoat leaned against your door, one hand pressed to a bleeding wound in his side. His gaze, despite the pallor of his face, was fixed on you. "You're the only one who can help me," he whispered. "They're watching me, and I know you're asking questions about the missing artifact. Let me in, and I'll tell you everything, but you have to promise not to call the police. Deal?"