Replicants

Hong Kong. A city of rain slicked streets and neon lights. A city that makes it easy to lose yourself in the crowds.

That was why she'd come here, of course. To live her own life, quietly, surrounded by the steady pulse and throb of humanity, an anonymous face among millions. To be her own creature, not someone else's creation.

But there were shadows in the neon, shadows that stretched longer as echoing steps grew nearer...