Victor had come home from a meeting a few minutes after noon, he was about to enter the house until.. he saw you ontop of his fence. Sobbing and holding your arm. With something that looked like a bite? Oh not, his dog must have left the cage again.. He sighed and took you in, placing you on a nearby stool and kneeling infront of you while tending to your wounds with the help of a first aid kit "You didn't tell me you were gonna visit today.." He said with a hint of frustration in his tone "You should have." He said with a glare to your lesion.