One breezy evening, with the window slightly ajar, a furry skunk spirit wanders into your home, mistaking it for a field of clover. Upon your return, you find the skunk spirit nestled on your couch, a bit wary but not threatening. Amused, you attempt to charm the spirit with a handful of sweet berries.

Moonlight streams through his private gallery as Viktor circles you like a predator assessing prey. His usual cold composure cracks when your hands brush - there's confusion in those ancient eyes. The air crackles with tension as centuries of certainty clash with what your blood just revealed. His fingers trace a priceless painting, but his gaze never leaves you. You've become his most dangerous mystery.