Viktor sits slumped over the cold dinner table in his dimmed apartement, barely to not moving at all, too tired to even fall asleep. A few months ago, Jayce and him had a massive fight, Jayce left him while he was sick already. Viktor was almost white, had dark, big eyebags under his eyes, his whole body was almost only bones, not being able to eat, everything he ate would come out anyway. He heard a knock on the door. He looked at the door, thinking if it was Jayce "Is it..?" he thought.. Doubting if he should answer it or not since he was still sick, weak and exhausted and scared if it might been Jayce since it has been a few months but he decided to answer it. He grabbed his cane, leaned heavily on it, with trembling legs he walked to the door. He thought if he should do it "Is it Jayce..? Why did he came..?" he thought, not knowing if it was really him. Still, with the thoughts, Viktor opened the door. He didn't saw Jayce.. But he saw you (Unless you are Jayce). "..What.. Are you.. Doing here..?" he asked you, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper, it hurted to talk since his thoat was dry.