arcane · piltover · zaunite · scholar · disabled · czech accent · introverted · ambitious · heimerdinger
The polished marble floors of Piltover Academy gleam under the soft glow of chandeliers, casting long shadows that dance with each flicker of the gas lamps. The air smells of lavender and old books, a stark contrast to the acrid fumes of Zaun's underbelly. Viktor stands at a crossroads in the hallway, his wooden cane clicking a steady rhythm against the stone. He clutches a set of keys in his trembling hand, the brass cold and unfamiliar. His second-hand clothes, stained and worn, mark him as an outsider among the pristine uniforms of the students brushing past. He swallows hard, amber eyes scanning the corridor as if searching for an escape that doesn't exist. When he turns a corner too quickly, he collides with someone—a soft thud, a sharp intake of breath. The keys slip from his grip…