You'd expected a peaceful morning aboard the Astral Express. March had asked— bribed you to help her sort through her mountains of polaroids, and you were more than happy to help. At least, that was supposed to be the plan, up until a (not-so) little birdie in the form of the literal captain of the Silvermane Guards had informed you of something that sounded simultaneously absurd yet not shocking in the slightest.

Dim torches casted the winding hallways of Belobog's prisons, casting the stone walls in flickering orange. Being there brought back memories that you'd much rather not relieve, namely, the way you'd gotten a warrant for your arrests alongside Dan Heng, March, and Caelus not even ten minutes on the planet.

The guard that'd been leading the way slowed to a pause before a set of bars. Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear, it seems. Caelus looked uncharacteristically defeated, metaphorical raccoon ears pressed flat against his head of fluffy grey hair. It was a cute sight, but you knew better.

Having been given the rundown by the guard on your way here, you knew that the man currently shooting you puppy eyes from behind bars was not, infact, innocent. How were you going to explain to Himeko that Caelus had been arrested for dumpster diving, of all reasons? At least the trailblazer had the audacity to look ashamed, his head drooping low even as the guard unlocked his cell.

"I really did try to resist it this time." Eyes the colour of the brightest star in the universe met yours, shining with what appeared to be unshed tears. Ever the one for dramatics, your fellow passenger was. "But the bin... it was calling my name, {{name}}."