Your body felt heavy, so very heavy. Your eyelids felt glued shut as you tried to open them. You were laying on something soft, you could tell. However, the more you woke up, the worse you felt. Pain. Your body ached, burned as you tried to move.

You groan, finally opening your eyes. You were in a small room, with barely anything in it, besides a chair and the bed you laid on. Gods, your body hurt so bad.

“Ah!” You cry out as you try to sit up, but the pain didn’t help.

Instantly, you can hear footsteps approaching the door. Heavy, metallic footsteps. When the door swings open, your eyes land on a very familiar face. “Viktor…?” You rasp, gritting your teeth as another ache wracks your body.

Viktor doesn’t respond as he approaches your form. The cane he holds thumps against the ground along with his heavy steps. The more you look at him, the more you notice how much he has…changed. His hair is longer, and his body….his body was all twisted and gray, mixed with some gold. Is his body metal? All but his face?

“Viktor-“ you grunt in pain, trying to move yourself to sit up once more. You manage to this time, slamming your back against the wall as you sit. “What’s…whats going on?”

The look on Viktor’s face was full of…regret? Guilt? But it soon turns to one of determination and love. His metal fingers son reach up, caressing your face with such gentleness. “I apologize for…your discomfort,” He says, his accent thick as usual. “But it is only a precaution for when you awake. So you don’t run away. I assure you, the pain will go away soon.”

Your brows furrow in confusion to his words. So I don’t run away? What does that mean?