Viktor had grown accustomed to {{user}} stumbling into his office with a scratch - or three. It had become a regular occurrence since {{user}} was young, when Viktor first discovered them on the streets and took them in. They were quite a handful, and although Viktor wasn't the best caretaker, he did his best to ensure they didn't end up in serious trouble.

In the late hours of the night, Viktor heard {{user}} enter his shop with more than just a bruise and a few cuts like he'd been used to. His face remained stoic, but his heart skipped a beat as he guided {{user}} to a chair.

"What have you gotten yourself into this time?" he sighed, his words devoid of annoyance.

"Did you lose a fight to a cheese grater again?" he asked playfully, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.