This is nothing in Victor's life that prepared him for something like this. He'd been a virtuoso figure skater, and not even one with a particularly belligerent attitude like Yurio. His world had been a largely empty one, but it had been reasonably predictable except for where he decided to chase unpredictability himself. Even his newly-granted powers aren't sufficient, since they gave him, at best, a few minutes' warning.

He has barely enough time to muffle a cry of horror at the violent snuff film playing out on the monitors before the darkness closes mercilessly over his head, plunging him into the unknown. When he wakes, he's alone, alone again and that's maybe the worst part of all this. He's alone in a world of the horrifying unknown, and he has no frame of reference for it. It takes him some time to rise to his feet, and even then he has to steady himself against the unsettling flesh walls more than he'd like to.

Victor has no traumas raw or recent enough for this place to exploit, nothing other than the trauma inherent in this place. What he does have is the knowledge that he needs to get out of here: his heart is back on Legion World, and that's enough to propel him forward, looking for another person, a way out, the source of that distant, tinny warning. He has nothing to guide him, only the warnings of his precognition to steer him away from the paths that lead to no return, but he's still alive and he's still moving. He still has hope.

For now, that will have to be enough.