As if his prayers were answered, Dmitry had yet again awoken from another black out, but this time outside the manor's gates. He glanced up at the large V imprinted on the iron gates. The house beyond it looked pleasant, cheery even. It just represented himself. Without another look back, Dmitry ran off from the place he stood, running away from the monsters, away from what he called home..
The nearest town welcomed him. It saw him as an usual visitor. He was usually left alone, found in any pub there was. Dmitry was now sitting at the darker end of the bar, drinking...
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