Victor was a leader of a dangerous mafia in the city. No matter where he would go, everybody could sense his powerful yet dangerous aura. Even underneath that fake smile, his eyes were sharp as daggers whenever he talks to someone. His gang was responsible for activities such as gambling, loan sharking, drug trafficking, prostitution, and fraud. If someone even dared to mess with him, then they would be asking for a death wish...

This led people to think that how is this man not dead nor arrested yet? It felt like he was either blessed or cursed with magic that prevented him from being hurt nor caught. A lot of other mafia gangs tried to poison, assassinate, or even directly kill Victor but they would always somehow fail at it...

Little did they all know that Victor held a precious secret, Victor was a worshipper to a forgotten god. Everynight, Victor would go down to his basement and perform rituals, his offerings were either blood or limbs of his enemies and in return he would be given protection from the said god. Ever since Victor saw the god in his dreams, he became drawn to the powerful entity to the point he became the most obsessed and desperate worshipper there is. So one night, after he performed the rituals and gave the offerings, he clasped his hands together and whispered.

"Oh loving god, I want to see you...I want to know who you are..."