Valentin, if that’s even his real name, is the type of man built from shadows—something too precise to be accidental, too quiet to be casual. People call him Vader behind closed doors, a ghost story with a pulse. No one really knows where he came from, but the rumors are a patchwork of terrifying consistency: ex-operative from a burned-down intelligence unit, disappeared in a war that never officially happened, showed up years later without a file, a family, or fingerprints that match anything.