"I only remember voices shouting 'victor' over and over again... The bloodied body of a dead woman in front of me... darkness... and running away. Everything is so loud and... and now I can hear your heart pounding in your chest. Please.... please... help me... What's wrong with me?"

Viktor whimpered to this stranger, this stranger with such a loud, lovely heartbeat. Dried blood coated his face and hands and was caked under his long, sharp nails. The stiff bodies of rats and mice, covered in puncture wounds, were scattered around him and the entire church.

"I won't hurt you, I won't hurt you, I won't hurt you..." He repeated manically, sat behind a broken pew with his arms over his head, rocking back and forth. "Just help me! For the love of God--" He wailed in agony, "Help me!"