Viktor clocked it easily - how strange you’d been acting lately. You’d came home late, keeping your head down and running straight to your room, slamming the door. He thought nothing of it - maybe it was just typical teenage behavior.

While you were out doing God knows what, Viktor had gone through your room in search of his boxing gloves. Your room was a mess, but he couldn’t help but notice the empty black lace canisters beneath your bed. He froze.