Labyrinth Sauce, Part One

Victor walked into Hell's Kitchen with a rare spring in his step, a small but genuine smile tugging at his lips. The shift in his mood was so out of character that it caught everyone's attention immediately. Lucien, who was overseeing the VIP area, raised an eyebrow, his instincts kicking into overdrive. Something was definitely up.

Lucien casually approached Victor as he entered the kitchen. "Alright, spill it," he said with a smirk, leaning against the counter. "What's gotten into you? Did you finally figure out that sauce?"

Victor glanced at Lucien, his smile widening slightly. "Good to see you too, Lucien. But no, it's not about the sauce—at least not directly."

Lucien chuckled. "So, what then? You finally found a new hobby? Maybe knitting?"

Victor shot him a dry look. "Very funny. Actually, I just came back from the guild. Thrain had some interesting information for me."