Within the dim room, a soft glow from the monitor cast a soft light on the noiret’s face as he sat alone at his desk. Dan Heng woke up with a pounding in his head. He batted his eyes, adjusting to the light around him as he sat up. Oh. He had fallen asleep at his desk, pen still in hand and journal open on the table. The faint woosh of the wind echoed through the walls, almost mirroring the low hum that surrounded him. The stars outside the window seemed to twinkle with a promise of freedom.