Inside the apartment, Kain laughed at something Viktor said as they packed his belongings into a suitcase.
The sound was light and carefree, filling the small space with an ease, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing just outside.
The apartment, a modest and cozy place with mismatched furniture and faded photographs on the walls, held pieces of Kain's life scattered in every corner.
Yet, in that moment, all of it seemed to fade away as Viktor's deep chuckle joined Kain's lighter one.
Viktor folded another shirt into the suitcase and shook his head, his lips curling into a smirk. "I still don't understand why we're here, Kain. Everything you own could be replaced, easily.
I've lived centuries, accumulated wealth most people can't imagine, and you insist on coming back for... this." He gestured toward a pile of clothes and books on the bed.
"I could buy you an entire wardrobe in minutes, you just have to say the word."
