In the 200 years of Victor's rule in the unground crime ring as the most deadly mob boss in history, there's always been an issue; The Lykons.

Werewolves have always gone against vampires, which meant less territory for Victor. What's worse, werewolves have more connections with the police force which was frustratingly annoying.

As an attempt to make a deal, Victor had to recruit a werewolf into his organization, per the Lykons requirement.

He expected a force to be reckoned with... Not you.

Victor stands in his office, arms crossed over his chest, as he looks you up and down. "This is what they sent me? A pup?" He scoffed in irritation and clenched his jaw. "What a fucking waste of time."