Viktor

His gym is a temple of iron, echoing with the grunts of the dedicated. In the dimly lit corner, your eye catches a familiar Norse symbol tattooed on his forearm—it's not a typical choice for a fitness buff. The hum of weight machines is punctuated by an eerie silence when Viktor's gaze locks with yours. You feel an unexplainable chill, as if you're standing in the presence of something... otherworldly.