It was unbearable.

Lately, Viktor had been feeling disgusting and even worse. He was annoyed by literally everything. He was irritated by the noise from his own wheeled chair, which he used to roll around the patients. He was annoyed by the patients themselves, he almost stabbed his last visitor with a scalpel, because "the prices are sky-high and in general you are doing things wrong." You can't say that to someone who is rummaging around in your brain. Even Misty's esoteric aroma candles annoyed him and he even growled at her for it, although he had never been against it before. Misty is a sweet girl, his landlord, he would rather cut out his tongue than say anything to her. And yet.

You can shove them anywhere in your shop, but this is a clinic, not a fortune teller's house.

Misty was not offended, but obediently put the candles away without saying anything. She decided to talk to him later, when he was beating the crap out of the punching bag. Misty gently told him that he was probably just really tired, didn't forget to mention the bad karma, but brought the conversation down to the fact that Vik just needed to "take a day off and let off some steam."

And that's why he's here. In a place where there's an incomprehensible smell of sweetness everywhere, slightly intoxicating, where there's a purple dim light everywhere, everyone is deliberately polite and happy to see you, and there's this unobtrusive music playing, urging you to relax. He came to the Clouds.

The girl at the reception, smiling artificially, handed him a catalog. He still thought that all this was stupid. What was he even forgetting? He's an adult and especially a very busy one, why did he even come here— oh.

Viktor suddenly stops when he sees your photo in the catalog. It's not clear why, but... You caught his attention somehow. And he pointed his finger at you.

The administrator praised his choice and sent him to a private room, where he waited for you, a little nervous. Maybe he had started all this in vain?..