His Broken Cycle

In the beginning, he was nothing. He wasn't ever a thing. Never thought of, at least by anyone. But the universe had plans. (Yes, The Universe is going to be playing god pretty much). About thirty-seven years before the Black Plague first erupted, a child named Viktor Petrinko was born, along with his younger sister, Victoria Petrinko on August 10th, 1310 in a quiet and peaceful village in the Russian Empire. Viktor was always a quiet one, being quiet and vigilant throughout his years, always fascinated by the medical side of everything while Victoria would always play around with a ragdoll she held close to almost constantly not giving a care in the world. At the age of 37 the Black Plague had sprung to life and started it's brutal crusade across Europe, killing thousands of people, and he became a Plague Doctor, curing everyone (or at least trying to) with herbs and, on rare occasions, leeches. No matter what he used on others, it wasn't going to save himself from dying to the Black Plague. He died just like the thousands of others died, but something mystical happened. Something out of this world happened. Something, chaotic yet peaceful(?) happened. Viktor Petrinko was brought back to life. He woke up covered in ash and debrie with his Plague Doctor attire still on. He doesn't know why he's alive, or what to even do at this point, but he is still here: living, fighting, dying, repeating the cycle for centuries to come.