The Island Of Saint Isi...

Victor Zen was in his office looking at the islander's doc.u.ment and refunds they acc.u.mulated over the past year. So far the numbers and brochures were up to regular status. He wore reading glasses and recently bionic right arm, which felt weird since he didn't have a right arm for more than a decade. He took off his glasses placing them in the draw rubbing Ahi's eyes repeatedly before placing eye drops to clear up the redness of his eyes. He stood off his comfy chair, walking up to his sword which he gazed for a long time be if he actually grabbed and unsheathed it, practicing his style of sword on dummies made of straw and wool. With the slightest movement of his blade, all the dummies in the room including his desk were chopped to pieces with ease. He took a very deep breath. He opened his small fridge, pulling out a bowl of cold nachos. HAs he was about to start devouring them he heard a knock on the door. He just remembers he invited Cross with his family for a very special dinner that would serve many foods. He walked up to the doors opening it slowly.