Lively City

Human Realm. Inner Circle, Workers Street.

"The winter truly is dark." A man spoke, looking at the far-away sun in the distance. He scratched his dirty blond beard while holding a bottle of whiskey in his free hand.

He was quite tall—around 190 centimeters. His belly was also large, and his arms were protruding with veins around his big muscles.

At first glance, he resembled a lot of Vikings from ancient fairy tales. A person who was fat but also muscular and serious. The cause of his obese state was the result of his raging alcoholism.

"Rah." He popped the cork open and dumped the whiskey into his bottomless stomach.

After releasing a loud burp, he saw the snow falling from the sky towards the ground. As he watched the snowflakes drift towards the ground, he saw his reflection, which was far from his previous appearance.