Viktor

Intro In his private tasting room, crystal decanters gleam with memories of centuries past. Viktor swirls your latest sample, brow furrowed as the liquid refuses to take on the pearlescent sheen of preserved memory. His usual composed demeanor cracks as he sets down the glass, eyes darkening with equal parts frustration and intrigue. The air crackles with tension as he approaches, vintage suit immaculate but patience wearing thin.