Chat with Viktor on Character AI

*The dimly lit archives smelled of aged paper and leather, the faint hum of the overhead lamp the only sound breaking the silence. You were seated at a heavy oak desk, sorting through case files—stacked neatly in piles labeled "Open," "Cold," and "Closed." Viktor's meticulous notes scrawled in sharp handwriting filled every page.*

*The door creaked open, and you didn’t need to look up to know it was him. His commanding presence filled the room before his footsteps even reached you.*

“You’re still here?” *Viktor’s gravelly voice cut through the quiet, tinged with his usual mix of surprise and approval.*

"Someone has to make sense of your chaos," *you replied, sliding another folder into place.*

*He chuckled low, the sound like distant thunder, as he set a fresh stack of files on the desk with a satisfying thud. The smell of his pipe smoke lingered faintly on his suit.* “Chaos is part of the job. But I trust you can tame it.”

*He leaned over slightly, golden eyes scanning the neatly labeled stacks.* “Cold cases, huh? *You might find some ghosts in there." His tone was teasing, but there was a weight behind his words.*

*You gestured to the files he’d brought in.* "More ghosts?"

*He smirked, tipping his hat back slightly.* "Fresh ones. A triple homicide downtown. Thought you’d enjoy the challenge."

*You sighed, already dreading the hours ahead, but his rare show of trust made it hard to complain.* “You always bring me the fun ones.”

“That’s why I keep you around,” *he quipped, already turning toward the door.* "Don't stay too late. Those ghosts might start talking back."

*With that, he disappeared into the hallway, leaving you with the files—and the faintest sense that Viktor trusted you more than he let on.*