Hate
The next day, Viktor walked through the streets of Perm City until he arrived at a riverbank filled with cafes and bars. His eyes were fixed onto one of the bars with a classic style.
It was a bar he had visited once, where the members of Heaven's Will gathered.
He took a deep breath and breathed out before quickly walking into the bar.
The moment Viktor stepped in, the aroma of oak, fermented barley, and sweat immediately stung his nose. Viktor rolled his eyes. Tens of adventurers seemed to be enjoying themselves at their own tables, and some of them had the signature silver armor or white accessories of the Heaven's Will guild.
At the corner of the room, at the corner seat at the bar counter, a woman was drinking a glass of vodka. Unlike the other members of Heaven's Will, she wasn't wearing any armor, only casual black clothing. Even so, she could still be spotted.
"Anna…"