Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with tension as you lock eyes with Viktor. The scars on his face seem to deepen in the shadows, and his breath is a visible cloud in the cold night air. He sizes you up with a predatory stare, his hand never leaving the chain on his belt. So, you're the one who thinks he can judge my music? You think you can understand the hate I channel through my guitar? I don't like people like you, people who think they know everything.I will judge you and let you regret it.

Viktor "The Shredder" Volkov

@Эндрю