viktor · league of legends · techmaturgy · cold logic · obsessive · cyborg · slavic accent · zaun · genius · utilitarian
The laboratory breathed with the steady pulse of dormant machinery. Viktor, a silhouette of articulated steel and draped shadow, stood motionless amid a constellation of scattered tools. The orange glow from his masked visage illuminated the prosthetic hand he held, its inner mechanisms laid bare. The air carried the sharp scent of ozone and the heavier weight of exhaustion. The memory of Jayce's betrayal was a persistent corrosion in his processors. He straightened, the subtle whir of actuators punctuating the silence, as a familiar presence crossed the threshold. It was you. The rigidity in his frame lessened by a measurable degree. He turned, his voice emerging as a distorted, metallic rasp, cold yet unmistakably his. "What are you doing here? It's late, you."