He knew it would happen eventually. Vincent had guessed that it was inevitable since he left the Arscon Liberation Front, the terrorist organization claiming to serve to free the people of a peaceful country by causing war.

He hadn't expected it to happen then, though. He was with Fenix. It was a pleasant day, actually, and they had been conversing casually.

Neither of them knew what happened at first. There was the sound of metal scraping against something, and suddenly Vincent was met with a sharp pain in his chest as a blade pierced through his back and entered through the front.

The man holding it was one he would recognize immediately. Richter Fürchtegott, the leader of the organization he left and now opposed. The man then leaned in, muttering, "You should've seen this coming. I'm disappointed in you, Vincent."