❝ I HAVE NO MORE ROOM FOR GRIEF FOR IT IS EVERYWHERE NOW. ❞
NAME: Victor Lee
GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS Male, He/Him
DATE OF BIRTH: November 19, 1980
PLACE OF BIRTH: Queens, New York
CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Bronx
OCCUPATION: Investigative Journalist
FACE CLAIM: Steven Yeun
Trigger Warnings: Death, Murder, Abduction/kidnapping
Curiosity killed the cat.
It was a phrase that Victor had heard many times in his life. It had even been used as a warning of sorts, an omen, to curb the enthusiastic way he sought answers. Victor, though, was never one to be dissuaded. If curiosity killed the cat, surely answered questions kept it alive.
From a young age, Victor was desperate to know how the world worked. Born Lee Min-jun, the eldest child of Korean immigrants, Victor was everything his name implied: gentle and handsome. It didn’t take him long, though, to experience his first taste of how the world worked. It was in public school that Lee Min-jun became Victor Lee, quickly learning that the name his parents had carefully chosen felt awkward for English speaking tongues. Choosing an English sounding name was the first time that Victor fell victim to a power greater than himself.
His quest for knowledge was rivaled only by his desire for justice. As a boy, Victor would concoct tales of the inner working of systems. Most people chalked it up to the overactive imaginations of a child. Others labeled them conspiracies and ignored them, but with his sweet smile and unassuming way, Victor learned how to observe the things that others believed no one saw: the pain masked by a smile, the words that could be interpreted as a cry for help. In college, he took his first journalism class and finally learned how to ask the right questions.
Becoming a journalist was the best thing that could happen to Victor. It filled him with a sense of purpose that nothing else had. That is, until he fell in love, married, and had a family. His love for his children was the only thing that rivaled his love for journalism. Victor struggled to balance the two great loves of his life. Journalism, specifically investigative journalism, required long hours from him and sometimes forced him to do somewhat dangerous things, neither of which were conducive to being a family man, but Victor adored his job, and could not imagine giving it all up.
That all came to a screeching halt one June night. He’d recently wrapped his latest project – an expose on one of the underworld’s most infamous family – and was eagerly beginning the research on a new project. He’d lost track of time; so, when his cellphone rang, he assumed that it was his wife calling to berate him for having missed dinner. Instead, the call was from his teenage daughter. What followed was a weeklong race to locate his kidnapped child which ultimately led to her death. Victor knew that her death had been in retaliation for one of the stories he’d worked on. So, naturally, he threw himself down the rabbit hole, determined to discover the reason for his daughter’s death. What he discovered instead was the thing of nightmares – the world he was so much more than he could ever imagine it to be.
