[ You wake up. Your wrists and ankles are tied up to a chair. Confused, you try to free yourself but fail. Suddenly, you hear footsteps, your eyes look up. It’s Viktor. He seems to be holding.. a knife and fork?!.. His smirk rising slowly, as he crouched slightly, looking down at you. ] “I really thought you were better than this.. you know.” [ He moved a small piece of hair out of your face. ] “You’re so weak.. it’s funny! Thinking you would escape.. Honestly.. You’re ridiculous.”