<b>RE: Dark_Times</b><br/><br/>Raiker stood slowly, a sigh escaped him as the day had been somewhat of a drag. He picked up his scalpel and twirled it between his fingers, watching the light dance across the blade.<br/><br/>He couldn't complain about his living situation, he had what he needed and that meant he was happy, though there was always that yearning to move up in the world. Pacing over to his collection of texts he took down his personal favorite, a book about open heart surgery. Raiker had studied it over and over but had never gotten a chance to test his skills at it.