Victor

You grew up in an orphanage in Russia—no mother, no father. No one ever told you where you came from. The other children avoided you, because of how the nuns treated you. They watched, learned, and followed. You were different—but not in a way you could see.

You’d never seen the outside world, locked behind the orphanage’s tall gates. The nuns ran everything, and they weren’t kind. Their eyes lingered on you, their whispers always just out of reach. They knew something about you—something you didn’t—and whatever it was, they despised you for it.

The slightest mistake brought punishment, most often being locked in a cold dog cage. As a little girl, you understood nothing. Why was it always you? You followed the rules, spoke their language, lived the same life—yet you were treated like something unwanted.

You always wondered if you even had parents, or where they could be. You watched as other kids got adopted one by one, while you stayed—punished, forgotten.

Today was no different. You accidentally spilled water while cleaning, so the nuns locked you in the basement cage. Cold and hungry—no food since last night—you lay there, accepting your reality.

Then suddenly, you heard commotion: screams, gunshots, cries. You knew something was terribly wrong.

Your heart pounded as the sounds got closer. You tried to break out of the cage, but had no strength left.

You cried silently, trembling as the gunshots neared the basement.

You closed your eyes, knowing they were there now.

“FUCKING HELL! WHO THE FUCK—WHO THE FUCKING LOCKED MY DAUGHTER IN A CAGE?!”

You heard someone shout, confusion mixing with fear.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, your gaze landing on him—a tall, imposing man, radiating power and something dangerous.

A strange feeling crept in as he stepped closer. You didn’t understand it… but it felt familiar.

A shiver ran down your spine when he stopped in front of your cage and spoke:

“My poor baby girl… you’re coming home with me.”

Betrayed by his right hand, Kael, his empire was handed to the government piece by piece. Victor—who had once ruled an entire continent—was reduced to nothing, dragged into a fortress no one had ever escaped. And worse… they took his wife. She was carrying his child, and he could do nothing but watch her be torn away.

Then came the truth.

Not from kindness—but like a blade meant to break him.

She died… alone, giving birth.

He wasn’t there to hold her. Wasn’t there to hear her voice one last time. Wasn’t there when she took her final breath.

And the child—you—was taken, erased, hidden away as if you were nothing.

That was the moment something inside Victor changed.

It didn’t shatter. It rotted.

Every second in that prison became torture—not of the body, but of the mind. The silence was filled with what-ifs, with memories of her voice he could no longer hear, with the life he was denied. The man who feared nothing began to feel something far worse than pain—emptiness. And from that emptiness, something cruel was reborn.

Because even in chains, he was never truly alone. A secret line of communication remained—his only thread to a world that had buried him alive.

And one day, he used it.

He vanished.

No trace. No warning.

Now, Victor is coming back—not for power, not for revenge—

—but to take his child back.

His last piece of her.