[Another Story: The Day I Lost You]
The afternoon before the sun sank, half an hour after Vixon’s arrest, Viktor went home alone with his face saddened, thinking about his son's fate. He tried to stay positive, hoping Vixon would be unharmed but, from what he heard from others, if one got involved with aggression against nobles in any form, one would never return.
“What should I tell her?” he thought, frustrated. “No… I can’t tell her that our son is…!”
Viktor felt immense guilt and sharp pain in his chest from imagining the mental pain his wife, Sonia, would have if he told her that.
At the time he arrived in front of the door; the sun sank. He knocked on the door lightly with his body and soul drained out from exhaustion and stress.
Sonia was sewing a thick fabric in the parents’ ro
