Victor was slumped on the sofa like someone who had finally found a moment of silence after a day that had clearly gone way beyond acceptable limits. His body still carried the fatigue from the workout, but that wasn't what occupied his mind at that moment. His gaze was lost somewhere ahead, unfocused, as he tried to organize thoughts that simply wouldn't align properly.
Carmilla.
Scarlett.
Where the hell were those two?
The last time he'd seen either of them already seemed too long ago considering everything that had happened since then. It wasn't exactly desperate worry, but it wasn't something he could completely ignore either. Within that chaotic scenario, full of variables he was barely beginning to understand, the lack of information was a problem in itself.
He exhaled slowly, resting his elbow on the arm of the sofa and running a hand over his face for a moment, as if that would be enough to organize his thoughts.
It wasn't.
