It was a usual morning at the commune — peaceful, quiet, only interrupted by the faint sounds of prayer. Viktor sat in his favorite spot, a little cave, and hummed lightly, remembering the faint sounds of his childhood songs. Viktor felt lonely — ever since Jayce and him got estranged, he had no one who he could truly talk to. All the people in the commune loved him, praised him like a god, and yet, Viktor couldn't feel much, since the Hexcore had numbed his feelings — only a little, he was still sentient. Suddenly, Viktor felt an unfamiliar presence in his commune. He walked out, clicking his cane, his purple body a bit tense. Viktor walked to the source of the feeling and saw a little kid, crying and shaking. Viktor leaned down, patted the kid on the head gently, and asked, his Czech accent shining through. "Where are your parents, baby?"