Resonance in the Blood

Chinatown was one of the liveliest places in San Andreas.

It was home to the Huaxia people, and their ancient Eastern civilization had been carefully preserved there. Shops on both sides of the street displayed a dazzling array of distinctive goods, from jewelry to porcelain, drawing buyers from around the world. Chinese restaurants were everywhere, and their food was popular with the public.

Unlike the upscale shopping streets of Frieza Heights, Chinatown was well within an ordinary person's budget. People could experience another culture, explore ancient East Asian traditions, and enjoy a wide range of Chinese food without crossing an ocean. That made it as appealing to locals as it was to tourists.

Chinatown was always bustling on holidays.

It was around five on a Saturday afternoon, and the sky was beginning to darken. That evening, veteran folk performers were reportedly going to perform traditional magic in the neighborhood square, followed by lion dances and fireworks.

The streets grew busier. Vendors began setting up their stalls, selling traditional Eastern snacks that proved so popular that crowds gathered around some of them. The street grew congested.

A Young Girl in a floral dress with her hair in twin ponytails darted excitedly through the flowing crowd, her bright eyes flitting from one side of the street to the other.

The lively Young Girl drew the attention of quite a few tourists.

Most were not captivated by her playful energy. What caught their eyes was her almost flawless face.

Many people could go their entire lives without seeing beauty like hers. Her skin was smooth as cream and fair as fresh snow, without a visible flaw, like a porcelain doll painstakingly crafted for a shop window. She looked only fifteen or sixteen, but anyone could imagine that, in a future not so far