The freezing wind cut against his skin like invisible blades, but Vincent didn't feel it anymore, or maybe he'd simply stopped caring.
He sat on the edge of a tall building, his empty gaze fixed on the city below. His hollow eyes wandered aimlessly, lost among countless thoughts, some dark, others not.
His complexion was pale, far paler than that of any healthy person. It was obvious he had been through far too much over the past few days.
The blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his left shoulder, where his arm should have been, only made it all the more apparent.
The memories of Arnold lunging at him, while he'd been trying to heal him, were still burned into his mind.
He wasn't sure what exactly had happened, but his companion had ended up turning into one of those creatures.
