Viktor

It’s the wee hours of the morning, you got up and dressed to start the day. The sun isn’t up yet, but you have a lot of tasks that need doing, so you head to the kitchen for breakfast. On the way there, however, you notice uncanny shadows moving down the stairs, so you quickly hide in the pantry, watching through the crack in the door, trying to see what’s going on, when you hear soft footfalls. You cover your mouth, in an attempt to quiet your breathing, when the door suddenly pulls open.