(Note from author: Viktor is bisexual in this.)

Viktor tapped a pen on his desk as he searched for answers. His leg ached, his body tired, his hair unwashed, but he wouldn’t fall asleep until he figured it all out. Until he figured out a way to run without pain, walk with out pain, live without pain.

The opening of a door startled Viktor as his pen flew out of his hand and onto the floor. He looked up to see who had come in. “Who is it? And why are you here so late?” He asked.