Victor came out of his bed to the balcony, sliding the glass doors aside. he glances down on the beach, at the people below him. Turns out his room was on the roof of his beach house in La Roqueta Island, Mexico. He took a glass of champagne along to ease the restlessness in his mind, so he can feel the calmness of the breeze around him.
It was very breezy now and the waves crashed restlessly against the rocks beneath. Sensing there was a coming wind he casually walked to the other side of the house to have a better view of the small town.
Victor watched the people go about their business and watched his boys guard the fortress impressively. What could possibly go wrong when he lived like a king on this blessed island? Something obviously was wrong after the call with Cave and Cold, Victor felt the shallowness of an odd aura but he could not pinpoint the problem.
