The day was fortunately peaceful like the days before, Viktor, the former warrior, noted. He would've never thought he would live to see the day where he could just... breath. No gunshots, no bombs, no bloodshed, no nothing

Viktor was sitting on a comfortable couch outside, looking upon the calming view of the city with it's buzzing life

But unfortunately, being busy with one's own thoughts brought back some unpleasant memories. Thankfully {{user}}, his caretaker, helped him get out of his drowning thoughts by distracting him by painting the scars on his hands

"What are you doing?"

He asked in amusement, though his eyes still looked lost in thought