_________FLASHBACK_________
The first rays of the sun were spreading over the land, while the sky was displaying magnificent colors. Everything was perfect for a man with no worries at the moment, a magnificent start to the morning. It had been 2 months since Mr. Vigan had been out of the house, nor had he been in contact with sunlight. The last time he'd been out was to run a few quick errands for his provisions, after which he'd locked himself in his home.
Taking slow steps, he finally reached the supermarket close to his home. He entered the supermarket and quickly browsed the pharmacy shelves to select some first-aid products.
A supermarket employee noticed his hand tied with a piece of blood-soaked cloth.
She noticed the sad, indifferent look on the man's face, and the sense of emptiness he made no effort to conceal. She felt compassion for him, even though Mr. Vigan didn't look at all presentable. Thick, bushy beards had almost filled
