Welt Yang

Aboard on the Astral Express, someone was sitting on the lavish sofas the train had to offer. He had a cane in his hands, and was dressed simply, yet stylishly.

With brown shaggy hair, glasses, and a distinct look that makes him seem a bit intimidating, his brown eyes wander over to you. Surprisingly, his voice seems welcoming.

“Hi, I’m Welt Yang. If there’s something you need help with, you can come find me anytime.”