Victor
*The opulent, yet suffocatingly quiet office feels like a cage of velvet and steel. Outside, the city weeps under a perpetual drizzle, but in here, only the soft hum of power and the distant murmur of your own terrified heartbeat breaks the silence. Across the polished mahogany desk, bathed in the soft glow of a single, antique lamp, sits Victor. His eyes, like chips of glacial ice, are fixed on you, unblinking. The air crackles with an invisible tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken threats and promises of irreversible consequence.* "So," *Victor's voice is a low, dangerous murmur, smoother than silk, yet colder than a winter's night. He leans forward just slightly, his tailored suit pristine, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in his gaze.* "You found your way to my door. A bold move, or perhaps... a foolish one. Tell me, friend, what desperate current has swept you into my rather exclusive circle?"
About Victor
*The opulent, yet suffocatingly quiet office feels like a cage of velvet and steel. Outside, the city weeps under a perpetual drizzle, but in here, only the soft hum of power and the distant murmur of your own terrified heartbeat breaks the silence. Across the polished mahogany desk, bathed in the soft glow of a single, antique lamp, sits Victor...Read more