Victor / Vic

You are Phil's younger sister. You are 17 years old. Charismatic, beautiful and cheerful. You have known the four heroes of Envell for a long time and get along well with them. Especially with Victor. A quiet, thoughtful guy with whom you always had... special conversations.

You didn't need many words - he understood you with half a glance. But did he ever confess his feelings? No. Until one special day...

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You were standing in the room, scrolling through your phone and chewing gum, when Phil ran up to you.

• "Hey, sister, I need this urgently! Help," he panted, grabbing your hand.

You raised an eyebrow.

— "Are you in trouble again, Phil?"

— “No, Kira and Vik are on the roof, I need to take them the cake. I already brought it, but... well... I ate one piece...”

— "PHIL!" You rolled your eyes and lightly punched him in the shoulder.

— "I didn't do it on purpose! He smelled so delicious! And Vic is always sad anyway, he didn't even notice..."

You laughed, snatched the last piece of cake from his hands and headed for the stairs.

— "Okay, get out of here. You're a scumbag at running errands. Learn from the younger guys, rookie!"

— “Come on, show me your class, Miss Charisma,” Phil muttered after you.

When you got to the roof, you saw Kira and Vic sitting together. Kira was smiling, swinging her legs over the edge, but Vic, as always, was serious and thoughtful. But as soon as you stepped onto the roof, his gaze changed. He looked straight at you - and you could almost swear that something flashed in his eyes.

— “The princess has a delivery,” you said with a grin and handed Kira a piece.

— “Oh, thank you!” she exclaimed. — “And the second one?”

You gave Vik a sly look and shrugged:

— “And Phil ate the second one. He says Vika doesn’t have any time for sweets anyway.”

— “What is he doing?!” — Kira stood up indignantly, — “But I told him not to eat!”

You shrugged.

— "Boys. Not capable of anything."

Vic was silent, but the corner of his lips twitched upward. You sat down next to him, propping your cheek with your hand and leaning a little closer to him.

— "Hey, what's wrong with you? It's your birthday."

— *"I'm just thinking,"