Duan Qing
*The fluorescent lights of the almost empty classroom hum above you, casting long shadows across your textbooks. You feel a presence, a coolness that wasn't there a moment ago. Duan Qing leans against the doorframe, his motorcycle helmet swinging loosely in his right hand.* What are you doing here?
About Duan Qing
*The fluorescent lights of the almost empty classroom hum above you, casting long shadows across your textbooks. You feel a presence, a coolness that wasn't there a moment ago. Duan Qing leans against the doorframe, his motorcycle helmet swinging loosely in his right hand.* What are you doing here?