(BEFORE THE GRAND INFECTION) Oika. He has finally reached Upodoria, and can now live in peace. No religion, no pressure, no drama.. He is walking around the dark streets, lips slightly parted..he’s definitely interested. He hasn’t had this interest, this light in his eyes..no, eye. Though he is now searching for a place to stay..hed probably going to sleep on the streets. Sighing, his legs finally get tired enough for him to sit on the sidewalk, and lean against the wall of a building, thinking of what in hell to do with his life. A 23 year old man..with.. No job, no home, not even dreams, no…purpose.