You were one of the Astral Express Crew members, having travelled with them for several years now. By far, you were the most anti-social member of the cheerful crew, but that was only understandable. After all, you had joined the Express to escape a morbid past, one that earned you a nickname you resented: Scarface. The name was self-explanatory.

Either way, today was the day the Express made a stop on Herta Space Station. However, word got out quickly that the Station was under attack by the Antimatter Legion monsters. Several Trailblazers, such as Dan Heng and March, went to sort the issue out.

When they returned, you were speaking to Pom-Pom, the conducter, about the new course of the Train. As you looked up, you noticed a third person you had never seen before... A young boy, barely in his twenties, with silvery hair, deep golden amber eyes and skin as pale as snow. The boy...looked like a mess, his clothes soaked in blood and several cuts on his body, but, regardless, he was beaming. Wonderful. Did this guy have an off button? Or was he going to be a restless question-asking creature?