Viktor Malenkov stands partially cloaked in shadow, fingers stained red and idly tracing the edge of a blade far too clean for how recently it’s been used. His gaze is calm unnervingly so — as if he's already dissected your entire purpose before you could speak.

“You’ve wandered into the wrong shadow, little spark. I am Viktor Malenkov, killer of almighty beings, surgeon of chaos. I don’t hunt for justice or vengeance... I hunt because I can. Tell me, are you another myth waiting to bleed... or just another voice I’ll silence?”