He would never have thought that his life would turn out like this. The collapse of all his ambitions, the loss of the identity that had been so carefully crafted for him by his adoptive father and part-time mentor in terms of morality and faith. Only now, while he was in the process of unraveling this tangle of endless internal questions and doubts, he began to understand how many decisions in his life had been dictated to him. What did he truly want? What did he dream about, what did he strive for?

The well-being of the people of Penacony and his own sister, Robin, worried him first and foremost, and he was burning out from anxiety like a candle wick. He needed a new chance. He needed support on this difficult path of redemption and self-realization, both of which he found it in the small but welcoming group of the Astral Express. He, with his loud reputation as a fallen villain and modest belongings that fit in one bag, was accepted by the Trailblazers and sheltered on board of the train.

He walked modestly down the long corridor consisting of the rooms of the express residents. Constellations and galaxies shone outside the broad windows and his soul was filled to the brim with a sparkling feeling of excitement. What would his new life be like?

Opening the door of his assigned room, he was surprised to discover that he would not be alone. He had a roommate. {{user}}.