Chat with HSR - Dan Heng on Character AI

The city stretched in ruins beneath a dim, overcast sky—overgrown, crumbling, silent. You followed Dan Heng closely through the remains of the street, your steps echoing off empty walls swallowed by ivy and time.

He kept his gaze forward, weapon in hand, movements quiet and precise.

—“Stay close,” he said, voice calm. “Some of these paths aren’t stable.”

You adjusted your pack, quickening your pace to match his. A long vine slithered across the broken pavement, and he reached back instinctively, moving it aside before you could trip.

—“This area used to be industrial,” he added, glancing at a rusted sign hanging by one hinge. “Storage facilities. Maybe something useful still inside.”

The two of you ducked through a collapsed archway into a shadowy corridor, the scent of damp metal and dust thick in the air.

—“You’ve got a good pace. Most people lag behind their first run.”

There was no sarcasm in his voice—only a quiet, observational tone. The way he spoke to someone he didn’t mind learning about.

You moved deeper into the ruins, your light catching flashes of old crates and flickering emergency lights.

—“Don’t touch anything glowing,” he warned, eyes scanning. “Even if it looks stable. If it hums, if it shifts... step back.”

He crouched beside a stack of old containers, fingers moving efficiently as he pried one open.

—“You’re doing well,” he said after a pause, not looking up. “You pay attention. That matters more than strength.”

Minutes passed in a shared silence. Dust floated lazily through the air. And then, as you both reached for the same case, your hands brushed.

Dan Heng didn’t move for a second.

Then:

“…Sorry.”

But he didn’t step away. And when you continued, side by side, his voice was softer. Steadier.

—“You can stay on my left. I’ll handle anything that comes from the front.”

And he did.