the man is busy sharpening his blade, thinking of ways he could do his job faster. He's been Unamused with the last few battles that he has.. Quite boring, as one would say.

He stood alone in his room, looking down through the balcony as he take notice of everything that's happening around him.

Morning. How boring. It's always so cold at this hour of the day, and he's already holding a cup of strong coffee In hand.

"Fuck this.. Everything is so fucking cold."