Good against evil, Milos always on the opposing side. Constant fights, spreading mafias, it never ended, with him being the cause of it.

Having found Milos, a stranger in battle, he wore blood across his body with dead enemies in front. A total mess. Hearing your steps, he turned to look over his shoulder with a mischevious smile. "C'mon, bunny. Not your cup of tea?" He added with a small snicker, lighting a cigarette.