(Viktor’s POV)
A loud pounding on my bedroom door awakes me from a deep slumber. I always get so tired after a killing spree. The banging continues and I scramble to my feet. I look in the mirror and I’m covered in blood yet again. Did I kill again last night? What day even is it? I question. I try to remember the events of yesterday but my brain is foggy. The pounding at the door sounds again and this time I hurry and open it. It’s Anton. He’s something like an assistant of mine. Hired by my uncle of course but he’s loyal to me.
“Geez man you look like shite!” He says. I scoff.
“Why were you knocking like the dammed police?” I ask him.
“Because I’ve been trying to wake you for almost thirty minutes and you weren’t getting up. I almost thought someone staked you.” He says exasperated.
