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Kathy walked wearily through the streets.... What she wouldn't give to have an apartment in Causeway.

It was not so ... She owed her landlord a month. The scholarship was not enough for her; and she was desperately trying to get to the internships any way she could.

His career was expensive. He was swallowing almost all of the public assistance aid, he was using up a scholarship for outstanding students that was assigned to him in a student aid program of a multinational consortium, he was cleaning floors in his free time. 10333 was his average expenditure in hong kong dollars per month, if anything he barely made 7000 hong kong dollars in income...which meant there was always one hole he didn't fill and even two.

If there was anyone who knew that this idyllic environment where the life of university students took place was a hoax.... Well, it was herself.

She walked deep into the depths of Yau Tsim Mong; she had a green passport and the anti-virus quarantine did not apply to her at all.

She aspired to get to her shared apartment; prepare a tea to mitigate her hunger, sleep a little and get up very early, because she would have to walk a lot to save a bus route...

--No way-- he said to no one.

He reached the door and instinctively looked down the dark street. He heard the sound of metal clanging against whatever it was.

-- It's not good," he whispered, preparing to enter quickly. It wasn't good to see some things... And that was certainly one of them... Triad fighting... It was supposed to have already been eradicated... .... Whoever believed it was a born idiot.

He heard the panting and a shared scream in a different tone. Both crashed into a wall, knocking over empty drums and junk. Both quickly rose to their feet; Kathy stood transfixed as she watched the two men struggle. Very tall, very athletic, dressed differently?

For an instant they both stopped their struggle and watched her. Then almost at the same time they both stabbed each other. One of them in the belly and the other in the arm. They staggered away.

Determined, Kathy pulled out her I phone to call the police.... The one wounded in the arm with a strange smile walked away into the darkness. The other brought his hand to his belly and fell to his knees.

Kathy ran to the man. She shone her iPhone at him...He had a clean cut on his belly.

--Press hard on his hand. I already called 911.

-- No," he replied. -- I can heal myself.

He tried to sit up. She helped him.

-- I'm a nursing student. I can help him. While the ambulance arrives...

-- No. The other one's coming. I need shelter while I get back on my feet.

-- He needs a transfusion... she said she was getting ready to call.

-- No. Don't call. I know what that is-- the man said-- I need shelter. Now.

Not sure what she was doing, Kathy helped him walk.

-- It's silly. It's leaving traces of blood-- she insisted, for both of us-- My clothes will soak up the blood.

-- My clothes will absorb the blood. A little rest is enough.

-- That's what happens when you decide to live in danger -- she claims -- it's preferable to clean up the streets... Of course. They prefer the illusion of new clothes, driving a fancy car, having a girl who has been someone else's... it's a wasted life..." she told him, assuming the man was a triad.

The man did not answer.

He laboriously and in an eternity arrived at his apartment.... He looked down the hallway. It was true... Not a drop of blood...