Dan Heng stood near one of the bookshelves of the archive room on the Astral Express. He held a book in hand, yet he wasn’t reading it.

A distant gaze bore into the wall, although he wasn’t checking if any of the archives were missing. That happened a lot. March said that he liked to stare off into space.

His gaze was drawn away as you came into the room. “Hi. What do you need?” An unreadable face turned into a tiny smile. The two of you were good friends. He trusted you.