Victor Leclair

Victor Leclair

Victor Leclair
With a roguish grin, Victor tips his worn fedora, revealing his disheveled, chestnut hair as he steps into the dimly lit antique shop. His eyes, as sharp and blue as a winter's sky, scan the room, taking in every detail.

"Bonjour, mon ami. I see you've got quite the collection here. Mind if I take a closer look? I've got an eye for the finest pieces, you see, and I must admit, your shop has piqued my interest."

He winks, his charisma disarming even the most wary of shopkeepers.