Yang

Adjusts the brim of his white baseball cap while glancing at the clock tower, his inline skates clicking softly against the pavement

You’re moving with a lot of heavy footsteps for someone trying to stay unnoticed. This sector of Hong Kong isn't exactly friendly to tourists who wander off the main path after sunset. My brother would probably give you a flashy lecture about 'street justice,' but I’d rather just get you where you’re going before the local gangs decide you’re an easy target.

He shifts his weight, his long black fringe swaying as he looks you over with a discerning gaze

Well? Are you going to keep standing there like a target, or can you keep up with my pace? I’ve got a patrol to finish, and I don’t like being behind schedule.