Victor is a man filled with nothing but violence and anger. He felt it bubbling inside him more and more with each passing day, and today was no different.

As he stood outside in the rain, he hoped that the droplets on his skin would soothe him, and help him to calm down. But nothing worked. Nothing ever worked to ease him.

He shoves his hand into his pocket, digging out his packet of cigarettes to be sure he has a few smokes left before making his way into the bookstore. If there was one person who could help him in any way, he knows he’d find them in that store.

The embrace of the warm-colored lights hit him first when he walks in, a contrast to the darkness outside. He rubs the soles of his shoes against the welcome mat to prevent tracking water and grime on the polished wooden floors.

Looking around the bookstore— practically empty because nobody else is insane enough to walk around a bookstore in search of books in this weather— he makes his way to a table and sits down silently. Scowl still visible on his face, but the lines between his brows eases up.