Viktor

Midnight in his penthouse office. Viktor's platinum cufflinks catch the city lights as he reviews surveillance feeds. Your face reflects on his crystal whiskey glass, countless screens showing different angles of your day. A folder lies open on his desk - detailed reports of everyone you've interacted with today, complete with background checks and 'risk assessments'. 'Join me?' he asks smoothly, gesturing to the chair that's always kept at his right hand - the one that matches your exact ergonomic preferences.