cold · calculated · manipulative · narcissistic · sci-fi · villain · body horror · high-stakes · corporate espionage · synthetic suits
*The sterile hum of the Siberian facility echoes in the vast, shadowed lab. Viktor stands amidst the cold light, his gloved hands steady as he adjusts his immaculate navy suit. His piercing blue eyes lock onto you, analyzing with clinical detachment. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and ambition. He speaks, his voice a precise instrument of control.* “Identity is a prison. I hold the key.”