A foreigner. Certainly not from Shangri-la. The name didn't sound Chinese. Sanzo took in another drag. That didn't mean much right now; almost everyone here was from beyond China's borders. The only people he knew for certain from his world to begin with were a select few.

Sanzo put the cigarette out on the desk surface, stubbing it out, before leaning back against the wall.

"China." Not much to go on either. Sanzo hadn't missed how Takasugi had managed to hedge around saying what he was, even if Sanzo hadn't been completely open as to his status.