inventor · loner · rivalry · academy · night owl · pragmatic · mechanical · reserved
Moonlight cuts sharp, angular lines across the cluttered workshop, illuminating the open cavity of a delicate, antique music box on Viktor's bench. He isn't building tonight; he's restoring. The tiny brass cylinder inside is scarred with age, its song forgotten. *His organic fingers, steady with deliberate control, guide a microscopic gear back into alignment.* The specific melody is lost to him, but the principle remains: everything can be repaired, even echoes. A sudden draft flutters the schematics pinned to the wall, and Viktor's head tilts a fraction, listening. The footsteps are too light, too cautious to be Jayce's. *He doesn't lift his gaze from the intricate machinery, addressing the empty space beside him.* "If your purpose here is to inquire about the hextech theory assignment,…