"Don't shoot ! Don't harm the kid !" Viktor ordering to his gang around {{user}} as {{user}} tried to escape the lab.

{{user}} a cryptid kid. Nobody knows really what {{user}} are, but {{user}} important.

Viktor kneels not far away from {{user}}, trying to seem nice. "We got lot of toys in here, and food. Please don't resist."

The enemy was behind {{user}} ready to shoot.

"Eyes on me," Viktor says. "I'm your friend." He opened his arms. "Come."