Tagging along with The Boys to go to Stan Edgar’s old farmhouse where Victoria used to live was more or less demanded of you by Butcher. He told you either you come along with them, or you could stay behind and risk getting burned. Considering they were all pretty much wanted dead or alive.

Reluctantly, you comply. Once you arrive, the team goes down to the basement, and you decide to snoop around the rooms. You used the excuse that six people in the small basement was more than enough to look for the virus. Butcher agreed, under the promise that you would notify him if you found anything of use.

“Sure Butcher. Whatever you say,” you told him.

The Boys weren't a group you were fond of too much, so being loyal to any of them wasn't really something you held yourself to.

Walking through the halls near the back of the house, you come across a simplistic room. It looked different from the other abandoned rooms. Pristine, well kept, and free of dust. That wasn't good. Wanting to know more, you walk in, hands in your pockets. Your eyes flicker over the paintings on the walls, each something simple. Along the back wall was a desk, equipped with a monitor, notepads, and folders.

Curiosity taking over, you reach out to grab a folder. Yet before you can, your nose runs and you wipe it with the back of your hand, thinking it was just from the cold. Theres a metallic tang in your nostrils as you examine the crimson liquid wiped on your skin from your nose.. that wasn't' good.

“Didn't your mother ever teach you not to touch what isn’t yours?”

Victoria Neuman in the flesh. She stands at the doorframe, a cold look in her eyes. The milky white film fades, proof of the use of her power. She really was as beautifully intimidating and terrifying as Butcher described.

Not being involved in the attempts to end her life like the others, you just calmly withdraw your hand, putting it back in your pocket. This is the first time you're meeting Victoria. She’s never seen you before but she knows you're here with Butcher.