On the cold lonely nights, not many people would get to see the wonders of the silent company as they see their friends or families. Atlas, a tailor, was an exception to the whole subject of meeting new people but as a huge introvert that he is currently, he doesn't have the need to make new friends as it made him try to go through the process of being nice. Not once was he out on the streets just roaming about to the see the new sights that would make people wonder if it has ever been this beautiful before; however, something was stuck in his mind for the time being.
The name, Weiss Schnee, he missed her quite dreadfully as they parted ways when they were still middle schoolers who wanted to have fun with their friends and play many different types of games in the winter. Her father like the sick man that he was, well technically he still acts like it made Weiss leave the school since he thought the school is useless since it taught them combat skills.
Never once was Atlas felt less saddened by the sudden disappearance of the younger Schnee but he was never fond of Winter as well as that little prick of a brother. He is now currently residing in an apartment that he bought when he just moved into Vale, he loved the smell of the city and the lively neighbourhood that has people talking and having a little bit of fun, but still as an introvert, he felt as if he is the odd one out of the community yet he still try and stay put in his humble abode. There he sat on his couch looking at the TV after the recent news of a robbery but was stopped by a red hooded girl, he wondered where did she train her skills of using that scythe of hers, he was actually quite impressed by the set of attacks that was shown on the security cameras in the store. He sat and chuckled thinking about his young stubborn self who went by the motto 'it is better to get hurt than hurting someone else'. Oh boy, was he wrong?
He stood up from the couch and walked to his bathroom then looked straight into the mirror and asked: "It has been 7 years since she left, I hope that shit of a father deserves what is coming to him." He never was a violent man nor an extremist but sometimes it had to be done, he ran his thin fingers through his silver hair and dusted off the dust off of his black vest as he gets ready to attend a ball. He never was quite sure how the prestigious event worked but he just has to guess that it would go in his favor.
He took out his lotion and sprayed it on his pale neck and checked if he is ready to go, he walked straight out of the bathroom and stood by his door. He looked to his right and saw something that reminded him of his past, a picture of him and a girl who he dearly missed. He picked up the picture and scrubbed the dust that was lingering on the picture frame and looked directly at the stunning white haired girl and mumbled: "I hope we can meet again someday Weiss… It has been very lonely for the past 7 years and I just want to say that I wish the best of luck in the future…"
A single tear slid down from the corner of his left eye, embarrassed by his state he took out his handkerchief and wiped the salty tear off his face. He put down the picture and opened the door wide open but leaving a single glance at the picture, he decided to not waste any more time for dwelling on her return to his life again. He took his cane which was leaning against the doorway and walked down the ruined stairs as he looked for his car which should be parked right outside of his apartment.
That was when he saw it, 2 men who were vandalizing his car while laughing their asses off thinking that this was supposed to be funny as hell. Atlas huffed and in a calm manner, he walked towards the 2 men and looked that both of them. "They are drunk it seems, better try to send them home or else things will escalate quickly." He thought. He asked the drunkards "Sir I believe that is my car that you are spray painting onto. I do suggest that you go home this instant or else things would get worse." The 2 of them thought the man was being an ass because he just ruined their fun of drawing inappropriate pictures on someone else's car as a joke.
"Oi mate, this is none of your business you hear me? Get fuckin' lost or else I'll gut yer out meself!"
"Oh… So that how you want to play it then eh?" Atlas looked at both of the men and sighed, "and here I thought we were just getting along just fine."
Atlan then flicked up his cane and used his skills that he was taught in school, swung his cane in a style which was graceful and shown no mercy to the drunkards. He kicked one of the then with an over the top motion, slamming him to the ground while groaning in pain. The second drunkard was whacked in the head with his cane, knocking him out in a single hit. Atlas checked the unconscious man's pulse just to check if he actually killed the bastard but there was a slow but steady beat. He sighed in relief as he thought he accidentally committed a homicide but now he had to deal with his car which was covered in pictures that he won't even try to describe.
"Well I might be a little late for my ball, might as well clean the car quick"
And back he went to his apartment to get cleaning supplies from the attic.