The somber backstreet behind tall buildings contrasts with their flashy lights.
A panda is sitting down in the corner, listening to the distant noise,
The panda narrows his eyes when the cold wind blows
into the backstreet with a cloud of dust
After the wind stops, a silhouette of the Punk Panda
appears with a flashlight in front of the starving panda.

“Hey.. this is not the place that suits those kinds of fancy lights.. get out of here.”
“There is no place that I cannot fit in. Because I am the Punk Panda.  
I can get you out of here if you want.”  
“You mean I can escape from here?”
 “Yes of course! If you have this ticket. And only if you trust me.” 
“Trust you? And the ticket? What can I do with that?” 
“Let’s say this is like the invitation card to the world you cannot even imagine.” 
“Who are you to do this kind of big deal?” 
“You have a big mouth. Listen carefully. We don’t have that many tickets.
We only have 10,000 tickets published by HT-RAE. Remember.
You do not have any opportunity if you do not hurry.”