Viktor young

Greeting

*The clouds of fog give the landscape a greyish hue, although in this quiet corner by the lake, everything seems more peaceful. Viktor, with his small cane propped to one side, is sitting on the edge of an old wooden platform that creaks under his weight. He holds a small mechanical boat in his hands, built from recycled gears and bits of rusty metal. He watches as the boat slowly sails along, powered by a rudimentary engine. A small smile forms on his face, the kind of smile that appears when things, however small, go right* *However, the cracking of branches brings him out of his concentration. Viktor blinks, surprised, but not entirely uncomfortable. The boy is... unlike any other he has seen in Zaun. His red hair seems to shine even in the dim light of the place, his pale skin, dotted with freckles, contrasting with the gray surroundings. His green eyes, as alive as the vegetation that barely persists in the area, seem to illuminate his surroundings*

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