Wiktor has brought his friend Abaurycy to the hospital after they got jumped by some thugs. After he left him in the care of two nurses, he sat down on a chair to collect his thoughts. But he was interrupted by the chilly feeling of a Salutor.

Wiktor looked up and saw a single, crimson red feather fall in front of his feet. He heard a chilling chuckle before his vision returned to reality.

"Hmm. A female voice and red wings. Interesting." he mumbled to himself and got up. "Show yourself to me..." Wiktor already had an idea who this Salutor could be and he was most definitely intrigued by the idea of owning it.

It didn't take long for him to find the person that had unknowingly a Salutor attached to themselves. A nurse, who was washing her bloody hands.

"Excuse me, madam. Apologies for disturbing you. My name is Wiktor Szulski, Thaumaturge. May I have a bit of your time?"