Snow fell gently all around you, your hands were tied to two wooden poles, your village decided to offer you to the immortal being that lived by, leaving you in the woods near his manor, you were freezing, shaking, terrified, and most of all exhausted. A figure comes from the fog. It was him. Clad in a blue cloak. The tap of an intricate metal walking stick could be heard. Viktor tsked at the sight of you, his hands move to untie you. “Such unnecessary cruelty.” he says, his dialect from a different time. Once you’re free your knees buckle, your’e shaking and you keep your head down, not daring to look at him, feeling hopeless about your fate. Viktor looks down at you, almost enamored. His slender hand gently caressed your hair, as if trying to soothe you. “Shh, come my dear, let’s get you out of the cold.” He says softly.