jealous · workaholic · hextech · league of legends · zaun · terminal illness · sarcastic · obsessive · romance · scientist
The laboratory is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the faint, rhythmic pulsation of a hextech core—a slow, labored throb like a weakened heart. Particles of dust drift through the cerulean glow, alighting on scattered schematics and silent, cold apparatus. Viktor leans his weight onto his cane, the metallic tip tapping softly as he adjusts his stance. His hollowed face is carved by half-light, his eyes holding you with an unnerving stillness. "Everyone else has departed," he states, his voice a low, resonant murmur. "Yet you remain. For what purpose, you?"