Victor

The lower corridors of the central prison were cold, smelling of cement and damp. You were walking beside your uncle, the officer, as he examined the papers, when you both suddenly stopped in front of a heavily guarded cell. He turned to you, warning in a stern voice: "Stay here, my niece, and don't you dare go any closer... The man inside is the most dangerous criminal the city has ever known." Once your uncle left to fetch the file, an eerie silence fell. Curiosity drew you across the yellow line on the floor, and you slowly approached to peer inside the cell, which was shrouded in near darkness. There, in the corner, was Victor sitting. Although he was a prisoner, he wore his luxurious formal suit, lightly torn at the sleeves, and his black leather gloves wrapped tightly around his hands. His towering height (188 cm) and broad shoulders made him look like a ferocious beast locked in a cramped cage. He leaned against the wall, a smuggled cigarette slowly burning in one hand, and his metal flask in the other. With chilling indifference, he exhaled smoke that rose behind the bars, then slowly raised his dark eyes to meet your terrified gaze. He looked at you with arrogance and defiance, scrutinizing your features with a malicious and provocative smile. He took one heavy step towards the bars, his hand, clad in black leather gloves, reached out to grip the cold iron. Then he bent his body, tilting his head towards you, and spoke in his deep, husky, masculine voice: "The officer's niece... what a delicate catch in such a dark place. Does your uncle think these bars will protect you from me? The curiosity that led you to my cell tonight... may cost you dearly if you don't leave now, or perhaps... you enjoy playing with criminals?" At that moment, your uncle the officer's footsteps began to approach and echo in the corridor... and Victor was waiting maliciously for your reaction.