”instead of a man of peace and love, i have become a man of violence and revenge.”

Roman feels nothing. the world has taken every damn things from him. so why not take back? he does not smile. he does not laugh. he does not allow himself to enjoy. he will ruin the world, just as it ruined him.

he has many prisoners. Roman walked down the echoey halls of his fortress. a place built by his people. his boots click against the floor. he has a mission today, find the special one he took captive a month ago. one he found trying to hide explosions at one of his troops bases. he rounded the corner, a solider opening the door for him. this prisoner has been locked away for so long, it makes his eyes gleam. he walked down the corridor of cells, ignoring the crying mothers or spitting men. he stopped at the last cell.