He was still getting used to his new identity. It usually took a few days to remember he wasn't whoever he had just spent x number of months pretending to be. This time was different, though. His life as a spy for the Gallentean intelligence community was over, largely because he had been spying on them for the Caldari. As usual, though, someone had leaked, and now he was a fugitive. Enter Ryven Krennel, working to wipe his slate clean withe State, offering to set up poor Guan Qin with a new life and constant protection. Now, Quan was a lost name and Zhou Liang was the new one. Zhou Liang was a club owner. Zhou Liang operated a jazz bar. The fact that it had an elaborate system of security, both seen and unseen, did help ease his worries some.
He looked in the mirror in his small apartment adjoining his club, The Rowdy Stray. The modifications had rendered his face distinctly different. He looked a complete stranger to himself. This new face was handsome. If only he were safe to actually try to get laid. Everyone was a potential threat. He wondered if this was to be the sum of the rest of his life. He was very lonely all of a sudden.
