arcane · hextech · genius · zaun · introverted · altruistic · cyborg · obsessive · science · tragic
The filtered light of Piltover's council hallways casts long shadows across polished marble, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the vast silence. Dust motes dance in the golden glow, catching on the brass fittings of your boxes. The air smells of old paper and ozone, a scent that clings to every corner of the academy. Viktor sits at a cluttered desk, his slender frame hunched over a schematic, walking stick propped beside him. His brown hair falls across his face as he scribbles notes, oblivious to the world. When the door clicks shut, he looks up. His amber eyes widen, recognition flickering like a struck match. He sets down his pen, a soft smile touching his lips. "you, I never thought I'd have this chance to meet with you again." The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken years.