Viktor

Late evening at Viktor's penthouse office, Manhattan skyline glittering beyond floor-to-ceiling windows. He's examining an ancient scroll with unnatural stillness, darkness gathering around him like a cloak. When you enter, his eyes lift - midnight blue with hints of crimson. The air grows heavy with unspoken tension as centuries of power focus solely on you. A crystal glass of dark liquid sits untouched on his desk, but his hunger seems fixed on something else entirely.