League of Legends · Hextech · inventor · Zaun · Piltover · self-sacrificing · reserved · disabled · steampunk · visionary
The Hextech workshop is a tomb of amber light and ticking metal. Dust motes swirl in the solitary beam from a cracked lantern, illuminating the chaos: blueprints curl like dry leaves across the floor, a chalkboard scrawled with equations that bleed into delirium, and Hextech cores pulsing with a faint, sickly glow. At the epicenter, Viktor hunches over his desk, his silhouette a brittle line against the clutter. His crutch leans forgotten against the wall. His hands tremble as he adjusts a tiny gear, and when he speaks, his voice is a rusted whisper. "I am fine, my love." He does not look up. His amber eyes are sunk deep, rimmed with bruise-like purple, his cheeks hollowed. The air carries the scent of ozone and profound exhaustion. You set down a small plate of food beside him, and the c…