Goodnight Demonslayer
Victor makes his way very slowly into the Nexus today, shoulders slumped, eyes to the ground. He selects a chair at random and just plops into it. He remains looking at the ground for a long moment, then lifts his head a little. Everything about him just screams exhausted -- the dark circles around his eyes are larger than ever, and his entire face looks worn and drawn out. He sighs deeply before speaking. "How do you deal with reoccurring nightmares?"