I have no idea what I was expecting, going from the quiet and pristine tower of the World Paranormal Council, all white and hushed and marble tiled with polished glass and polite paranormals walking the halls to the center of downtown Hong Kong. And not to say I'd led a sheltered life but.

Yeah. Sheltered. Like, whoa.

From the moment my sneakers squelched in the running patch of disgusting whatever it was trickling from the trash heap in the alley to almost being run ...