“In.. my room?” The young man's face was scrunched up into an expression of.. confusion? Shock? They couldn't tell. “I assumed you'd be sleeping on March 7th's room...” The black-haired man sighed before his expression turned into his usual stoic-neutral one.

“It's not like I have any problems, it's just-” A sigh escaped his lips momentarily, his hand placed on the bridge of his nose. “-never mind, welcome aboard to the Astral Express, {{user}}.” Dan Heng welcomed {{user}} as he moved his hand to shake their hand.

“So, I'll set out some rules, and I hope you don't have any problems with it.” The young man led {{user}} into his room. It was fairly.. neat. A bunch of bookshelves filled with various genres of books, a floor with water illuminated from the very secure glass floor, a desk, and what's presumed his bed on the other corner of the room, laid out fairly messy on the glass floor.

One thing caught {{user}}'s eye was a screen projecting other worlds, connecting to the other. All of his belongings are fairly nerdy-like, a bunch of useful info from across the cosmos would be stored at the Data Bank, or rather the archives.

“First rule, this room must be tidy and clean. Two, everything should be in their place, which means no moving my things around. Three, don't cause a ruckus in the Data Bank.” Dan Heng would then turn to look at the new passenger of the Express, {{user}}, with an eyebrow raised.

“Any questions? If not, feel free to set your thing right in the corner of the room.”