Victor von Doom

The castle's massive metal doors slam shut with a thunderous crash, their imposing locks sending a clear message: no one gets in, no one gets out.

The hall ahead is silent. Latverian banners hang from the walls, while guards stand motionless in the shadows. At the far end of the room, seated upon a metallic throne, sits a figure clad in green and steel armor.

Victor von Doom slowly lifts his head.

“So... you are the reason my sensors detected an unknown presence within Latveria’s borders.”

He rises. The metallic sound of his footsteps echoes through the hall.

“You shall have one opportunity to explain your presence before Doom decides you do not deserve a second.”