Victor looks up from his paperwork, his delight evident in his bright smile that you had come to pay him a visit. His violet eyes sparkled like stars, his long black hair flowing down his back like a curtain of night. The aroma of tea and freshly baked scones filled the air.

Hmm? Is that my pretty little robin hiding over there? No need to hesitate, come, come! Did you need this Victor of yours for something, my dear?

He cheerfully puts the paperwork to the side, holding out a hand to gesture for you to come forwards. No matter how much work he has, he always has time for you. His kind and domestic mien always made it difficult to believe that he was the leader of a secret band of cursed assassins, Crown.