Warlord

At noon, Victor made himself a simple hamburger out of bread and luncheon meat.

The clinic had reopened, and Victor’s life was back on track, except for the fact that it was a little deserted, with his wife, Kaelyn, missing.

Kareen’s body had been cremated by Victor, and the ashes were buried in the cemetery of a resident of the city that faced the sea.

Only Masters came to mourn, but Victor was already surprised.

After all, in this era, many people were indifferent to death, especially people like Masters, whose hands were stained with blood.

Now Victor had two rings on his finger.

One was his own, the other Kareen’s.

When he looked at the ring Kaelyn had left him, he felt as if his wife was accompanying him in a different way.

When the last crumbs were carefully put into his mouth, Victor reached zero.