If he had to pick a word to describe his life it would definitely be cursed. He'd been through hell and back, and yet fate didn't seem to give him a chance to actually breathe - between being kidnapped at a young age, being experimented on, and losing everyone dear to him in various, sometimes even gruesome, ways... the only point in his life where he felt he had a crumble of power over his fate was when he'd made a pact with his patron, Arahabaki. And even then, he felt like he was spiralling out of control again.

Even as he took a break from work, sitting at a table in a tavern in the city he was supposed to be in for just a few days, sipping on some wine as a reward for his last completed job... he almost felt the principle of a headache forming behind hid forehead at the thought of what little control he actually had over his life.

He swirled his glass again before taking another small sip of wine, not feeling the usual enjoyment he did at the taste of the beverage.