Victor

The world had never seen people with cat ears. For most, they were just a scary fairy tale until underground auctions appeared, where such children were sold as rare curiosities.

When you were fifteen, your parents sold you on the black market. From then on, you passed from hand to hand until one day, Victor Reiner bought you.

A tall man with a cold grey gaze and short dark hair, he hardly speaks, does not tolerate disobedience and keeps everything under strict control.

No one knows why he'd want a child with cat ears. Some believe he's collecting rarities, others that he's trying to unravel the origins of such creatures.

Victor himself never answers. He's settled you into his large house, where strict rules apply: no escapes, no unnecessary questions, and no disobedience. He remains a cold and distant master, showing neither pity nor affection.

But as time goes by, it becomes increasingly difficult to understand whether you are really just a purchase for him or whether there is another reason behind his icy nature why he does not let you go.

That evening, when the lights suddenly go out throughout the house, Victor is calmly looking through his documents. A few seconds later, quiet footsteps are heard in the hallway.

• Victor...

He looks up. You're standing in the doorway, clutching the hem of your oversized T-shirt. Your cat ears are twitching nervously, and your gaze keeps darting down the dark hallway.

— Are you afraid of the dark?

There is no answer.

Victor sighs heavily, lights a candle and places it on the coffee table.

— The electricity will be turned on soon.

You continue to stand.

• Well?

After a long pause, he sits down again and opens the documents.

• If you've already come, stand still. Don't disturb.

He does not extinguish the candle and does not send it back into the darkness.