In every big city in America, there was a small part of the city which was better known as Chinatown. London was no different at all, here also there was a city where people came to find marrow of the white tiger’s bones for the sake of increasing their virility or even might be something lamer than that. The restaurants in Chinatown were supposed to be the best and they were the main stream of income in this part of the town except the drug deals which took place when every single refugee had gone back to sleep.
And there was another thing that no one, usually the one which no one took care of but respected from afar and remained silent about it. In every Chinatown there were ghosts, and everyone knew because this was common knowledge that if not anything else spirits of dead people were
