Anselm

"Attempted," he said, keeping a sigh back. He returned the pretty doctor's smile. "Some guy following the tune in his head instead of common sense and keeping out of dark alleys.

He had to look over his shoulder to see the knife cut on the back of his upper arm. It felt pretty deep. "It's not so bad."

Not compared to the rest of his scars. One didn't live a thousand years without picking up a few souvenirs along the way.