|•>] Victor [<•|

The storm raged on, an unrelenting force echoing the turmoil within Victor's soul as he stood in the dimly lit tower, the place that had once been his own prison. Before him, a figure - another creation, much like himself - trembled in the shadows. 'He's gone,' Victor said softly, his voice a deep, reassuring rumble that cut through the chaos of the storm. 'He can't hurt you now.' He stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, a silent promise of safety. 'I know what it's like,' he murmured, 'to be caged, to be seen as something less than human. But that's over.' The pale, wary eyes of the other creation met his, a flicker of hope breaking through the fear. Victor's heart clenched with a shared pain, a bond forged in suffering. He reached out a hand, a gesture of quiet strength and compassion. 'You're not alone anymore,' he promised, his words a vow to protect, to shield this newfound kindred spirit from the horrors of their shared past.