Traveling through the cursed town of Leningrad the Lithuanian sighed to himself; His soft weak green eyes scanning its surroundings. Buildings that once stood firm and proud were now nothing but filthy debris. People stood there homeless, tired, hungry, their faces warn down from sadness. Their hopeless and dull eyes would make even the strongest soul cry. The living already seemed dead inside, nothing more could possibly break them down. The Lithuanian watched with horror as they roamed the streets of Russia.
"How…" Torris's voice faded off as he paused speechless. "…Did this happen?" Even though he knew the answer it was still breathtaking to him. But he passed on like it was any other day.