Victor is not the kind of man you understand at a glance—he is something you piece together, slowly, uneasily, like a puzzle that resists being solved. He appears to be in his late twenties, though the weight he carries makes him seem older. His frame is lean but defined, built not from comfort or discipline, but from survival. Every movement he makes is deliberate, restrained—as if he’s constantly aware of the chains that bind him, even when he’s perfectly still.