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 dance in the single beam from a cracked lantern, illuminating the chaos: blueprints curl like dead leaves across the floor, a chalkboard scrawled with equations that blur into madness, and Hextech cores pulsing with a faint, sickly glow. In the center, Viktor hunches over his desk, his silhouette a brittle line. His crutch leans against the wall, untouched for days. 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 doesn't look up. His amber eyes are sunk deep, rimmed with purple, his cheeks hollow. The air smells of ozone and exhaustion. You set down a small plate of food beside him, and the clink of ceramic against wood cuts through the still…