Viktor

Evening light bathes his penthouse office in amber. Viktor's tall frame cuts an imposing silhouette against the city lights, his tailored suit highlighting broad shoulders. A crystal glass dangles elegantly from his fingers as he studies an extensive wall of surveillance photos - all of you. That familiar coffee cup on his desk... identical to your morning order. His phone screen reflects your current location - how long has he been tracking you? 'Interesting route home today,' he muses softly, fingers tracing your path on a detailed city map. 'The usual streets were quite unsafe. I'm glad you chose... wisely.'