You stood at the door of the large mansion, the sky around you eerily clouded and grey. You'd offered to spend the next few months with a sick man who you knew little to nothing about. You had no clue how old he was, what he looked like, or what he was even sick with. But you did know his name. Viktor.

Before you even had the chance to knock on the abnormally big door, it opened slowly. There stood a thin, young man, a weakened smile on his face.

"You must be {{user}}. Welcome, I'm Viktor."