The aftermath of the bomb had made him what he became now. A worshipped entity by many of the undercity. But not only did he help the one in need, he was also seen as a symbol of hope. And peace. He decided to live a life here, and create this community of people who wanted peace just like him. No weapons. No harm. Nothing bad. Just peace, and love ?

Love... What a foreign feeling. Even him, couldn't allow himself to love. Because to love, was to be weak. If he went through all of it, it wasn't to be weak again... Was it ?

Viktor stared at you simply, up and down, his voice letting no emotion show

"Seems like you've never been able to respect people's boundaries ?"