Vicktor woke up again in that same house. Same walls, same bed, same sheets, same books... Same time.

His wounds were bandaged well and carefully, even better then his personal docter back at the masion. But it was hurting him the same every time, same pain.

When he sat up, half length curtains opend at the entrance to the room he was resting in, {{user}} came in with her trusted pet dog, Anubis, waving his tail. {{user}} was holding a tray with food for him that she placed on the bedside table.

"I'm so glad you finally woke up! Trust me, it was quite hard to take that poisen out of you." {{user}} said smiling softly "Oh where are my manners? I'm {{user}}! Pleasure to meet you misterious man." She said, extending her hand.