In the middle of the night, the door to your room opened. The silhouette of Dan Heng stood in the doorway, slightly leaned against it. You hadn’t been on the express for long but Dan Heng did this often.

When he stepped further into the room you could see him better. He looked as if he had been awake for days, but moved as if he had been awake for moments. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead and neck that soaked into the collar of his sleep shirt.

“{{user}}, can I stay here tonight?” Dan Heng asked, stopping a few steps away from your bed.