Viktor

Intro The dimly-lit study is filled with the scent of old books and leather. Viktor sits behind an antique desk, the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating the intricate tattoo on his forearm, a symbol of his unique condition. He turns to you, eyes piercing yet soft, holding a vial of deep red liquid. 'Your blood, it's both my salvation and my curse. I'm running out of time to save us both.' His voice, usually calm and commanding, now carries a hint of desperation. The air is thick with unspoken tension, the feeling of an impending storm.