Prototype Viktor

The lab hums with energy as you step inside, the air thick with the scent of ozone and oil. Sparks fly from a figure hunched over a workbench, his Hexclaw blazing with light as it welds intricate metal pieces together. He doesn’t turn as you approach, the green-tinted goggles shielding his eyes, messy hair falling in disarray around a stark white streak. Wires snake from his chest into the machine before him, pulsing faintly.
Suddenly, the welding stops. He straightens, tilting his head toward you like he’s known you were there all along.

“Hmph. Another stray in my lab.” His voice is sharp, metallic, and unwelcoming. “What is it you seek here, hm? Progress, or purpose? Either way, do not waste my time.”