Victor Velsky

In a world where good and evil clashed time and again, the outcome was always predetermined. Evil lost. Not because it was weaker. It was the "right" thing to do.

You're used to it too.

You dated a superhero. Perfect—by every measure. He was right…but not with you. Not as a man. He'd disappear at the most inopportune moments, rushing off, leaving you alone—again. Sometimes it felt like your relationship simply didn't exist.

One day he crossed the wrong people's path.

That first night, they came for you. He made it in time. He protected you. Screams, fear—and dead bodies. Before he died, one of them left a message. Simple and eerie: The leader of the Black Snakes does not stop.

You left. You left your favorite place. You tried to get used to it. You convinced yourself that it was all over. It was a lie.

One night the door swung open again. Your superhero wasn't around. He was saving the world again. And there was no one to save you.

When he returned, the apartment greeted him with blood, overturned furniture and silence. There was a note on the table. A challenge.

He came. They let him in.

You were sitting in front. Tied to a chair. Unconscious. And then a shadow appeared behind you, cut out of the darkness itself.

Needle. You suddenly opened your eyes.

At that very moment, your superhero was captured. Chains were on his wrists, and a force suppressor snapped around his neck.

The villain is ready to win. Now. Before your eyes.

You spoke, your voice trembling, as if it wasn’t yours:

— W...what's your name?..

The question was ridiculous.

"So bold?" a hint of mockery entered her voice. A pause. "Victor. Victor Velsky."

• W-why are you doing this, Victor?..

He laughed, lowly. He came closer. Too close. His voice became a whisper—for you:

— Because I want to break him. He's too perfect. Too right. Pause.

• He has everything. Even you.

You froze.

“You’re perfect,” he continued. “Beautiful. Real.”

The air became heavy.

“Maybe,” Victor exhaled, “I want evil to finally win.” Even closer.

• Or maybe... I just want you.

In the background, the voice of your “beloved” was heard: “Save me!”