[b]Sins of the Past.[/b] Sakuret Ceiko took a seat at a somewhat crowded bar, his silvery hair slicked back and his beard trimmed down to stop near his Adams Apple. Strangely enough his didn't have his red trenchcoat on today, it did look pretty dumb on him. He had on a simple charcoal black shirt and cargo pants, the shirt revealing his bulging muscles upon his arms along with some needle scars. He tapped his right foot on the ground and spoke to the bartender. "Whiskey." He said in his usual gruff tone to the bartender and the bartender reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of Whiskey and a glass. As the alcohol flowed into the bottle it reminded Sakuret of his past... His sins he had committed. His Stark blue eyes looked down to his left hand, once it had the mark of Khorne, The Chaos God of War and Battle. The pain of his flesh being seared by the mark came back to him painfully, the voices of those he had killed while under the influence of the Chaos God came back as well, swelling into his mind were the memories he once repressed. That was long behind him...but it still haunted him to this day. Sakuret reached for the glass of whiskey, gulping it down and placing the bottle back on the table. "Give me more whiskey." He said to the bartender, complying to the mans order. Sakuret reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and brought one out along with his silver Zippo lighter. He stared at his somewhat small reflection, he needed a way to figure this out, no he needed to figure [b]him[/b] out. He opened the zippo and lit his cigarette, pocketing the lighter. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]