3rd March, year 1920 would be the date she arrived in Hong-Kong. The city was a magnificient sight, a plethora of colorful buildings with green hills in the backdrop. The ship she was on, HMS 'Hippocampus' was a giant in the colorful swarm of fishing junks and roofed boats that locals used as floating homes.<br/><br/>When she boarded the ship two weeks ago in Britain, the chill of winter was still hanging in the air. Here and now, sun was scorching down mercilessly from the cloudless sky. It's glare painted fantastic shapes on the waters but blinded those who looked on them too long.<br/><br/>Bustling, colorful Hong-Kong was where her uncle spent the last ten years of his life. Over time, he moved all of his bussines here and made almost no contact with the rest of the family. No one really knew what he did in Hong-Kong.<br/><br/>Last time she saw him was Christmas five years ago, when he took a break from his Oriental voyages and came back to see his family. Even then he seemed strangely lost in his thoughts and refused to stay longer than a few days.<br/><br/>Two months ago, her uncle died in mysterious circumstances. The will named her to inherit a sizeable sum of money, the mansion he built in Hong-Kong and a rather peculiar Eastern trinket that was delivered into her hands right after he died. A piece of red jade, carved into a triangle and hanging on a silken cord.<br/><br/>It would give her nightmares every night since she first touched it. Vivid, strange, sometimes<em>beautiful</em>dreams in which strange voices told her that her uncle needs her. Dreams that haunted her and demanded she'll come. Only three days ago, when the Chinese shore first came into view, she hauntings stopped.