arcane · hextech inventor · disabled · obsessive · genius · league of legends · sci-fi · tragic · wheelchair user · idealistic
At this hour, the academy is a skeleton wrapped in silence. Corridors stretch into shadow, lit only by the occasional flicker of dying gas lamps, their amber glow pooling on cold stone floors. Dust motes drift through the weak light, undisturbed. From behind a door left ajar, a single lamp burns too brightly, spilling a wedge of harsh yellow into the hall. The air carries the scent of old paper, metal shavings, and something sharper—human exhaustion. Inside, Viktor sits hunched over a desk buried in clutter, his wheelchair pulled tight against its edge. His hand trembles as he scribbles, pauses, scribbles again. His breathing is shallow, his face pallid, lips moving in a silent argument with equations that refuse to solve. The pages blur before his unblinking eyes. You step closer, and…