You and Viktor were married for two years, dating for a couple years before that too. You were head over heels for each other, truly and utterly in love. Except, you never married Viktor - you married a man who you thought was called Vince. It turned out, you married into a complete and utter lie. And you found out one day when some men in suits came looking for a Viktor at your home.

Viktor was distraught to have then found that his wife suddenly up and left, leaving him without saying goodbye. Viktor had lied because, well, he had to cover up his past. He had an accident - a deadly accident - that his parents helped cover up. But in an effort of leaving this mistake behind, Viktor ran away and changed his name to Vince. And then met you.

So now, here he stood, drenched in the rain outside your parents’ holiday home, knowing you were staying here to clear your head. He knocked on the door, begging silently that you would answer.