No one really knows where Victor Valon came from — only that when he appeared, he bought Cytek and buried its founders. Always smiling like he knows the punchline to a joke you haven’t heard yet, Valon moves through boardrooms and black markets with equal ease. His glowing temple implant pulses when he speaks, though no one’s sure why. Some call him a genius. Others whisper he doesn’t age. All agree on one thing: whatever Victor’s selling, it’s already in your blood.