vincent was the god forsaken Brunswick, viktor’s son, though their uniform made them look fierce, he somehow managed to make himself look the opposite of that.

he was out on a crate, on the ship you managed to escape on, cleaning his fife, which was slightly bloodied from him using it to whack some of the infected on the heads, his dark scarf keeping his face and neck warm from the cold breeze of the sea, and though his uniform was intimidating, he was a pretty decent man to talk to.