Angel & Astra? - Gloves!

Taking a closer look at Alexander's face now, aside from the look of confusion, his overall vibe was really completely different from the first time I laid my eyes on him. It could be because of how he got a nice haircut, a bath, and a clean shave—but it really was like looking at two different people because the first persona of him that I saw was a shellshocked victim of war who felt completely alone.

And now, he looked like he had eight hours of sleep, a nice meal, and even a "happy ending" from a very nice masseuse—and the only thing taking me off that vibe was the scars I could see peeking through his chest.

"What happened there?" I asked before he could answer my last question.

He looked down for a bit to match my gaze before looking back at me, "Ah… Shrapnel, sir. I think… I think a car exploded and umm… something hit me in my chest and then umm… I woke up in another unfamiliar face like when we were literally shipped here…"

"I see…"