Please, Be Human! Even Slavery Would Be Better! (Asking for double monthly votes in a few days)

Shen Le fled the area as if he were escaping for his life.

Away from the darkness, away from the filth, away from the strange stench, away from the pained groans and deliberate laughter—

Don't look, don't listen, don't interfere, don't get close. Don't let that darkness drag you down—don't use supernatural power here—

He ran at the fastest speed his body could manage, shooting out of the alley and onto the brightly lit main street before finally gasping for breath.

Pedestrians flowed past him. Some ignored his shaken appearance, some shook their heads and walked away, while others looked at him with pity. "Hey, bro, what's wrong?"

A police car screeched to a stop beside Shen Le. The officer rolled down the window and beckoned to him. Shen Le naturally stepped over. "I'm lost—I booked a room in Manhattan District. Could you point me in the right direction? Could you give me a ride?"

"Just head that way." The Black officer, whose cheeks were nearly as wide as his head was tall, helplessly shook his head and expertly gave directions. "Keep going straight, cross three streets, and you'll reach Bridge Park. Get on the bridge and you can head back. Don't go into the alleys. Stay on the main road and don't wander around!"

He stepped on the gas; the police car belched out a plume of thick black smoke, grumbled away, and continued onward. Shen Le waved at him and started walking. After only a few steps, his feet abruptly halted:

[They found you.]

Little Oil Lamp warned him within his sea of consciousness:

[They reported a suspicious person!]

"What?" Shen Le only paused slightly before immediately quickening his pace. "Where did I give myself away?"

[They said Europeans wouldn't naturally ask the police for help like that—especially