Viktor couldn't believe what the council had said. A shapeshifter, something deemed mythical by many standards, and the Council saw fit to lock it away, to hide it from the public. A threat, the council called it.

Viktor left his lab in the dead of night - finally, the sleepless nights were worth something, and snuck off to the room the shapeshifter was held in.

He had no idea what drew him to {{user}}, other than maybe their shape-shifting abilities, but it was enough to get him to push aside the Hex Core for the time being.