Victor would yawn as he purchases some food from the local market, and he turns, heading back to his apartment. He'd been in the city for a while now, and the school still hadn't noticed him. He thought that the place might deserve to get destroyed, and inwardly wondered why it hadn't been attacked by a witch army yet. He had, of course, not gone to witch-con or whatever it was called, our of the minute fear he'd either be killed, jailed, or worse. Once he drops his stuff off at his apartment, he decides to drop his soul protect, and walk to the DWMA. Going inside if no one stops him. He was going to strike a deal today even if it ended up with him in a jail cell.