viktor · league of legends · zaun · genius · introvert · hextech · disabled · workaholic · ambitious · jayce talis
The laboratory was a sanctuary of glass and old copper, lit only by the toxic green haze of Zaun's undercity bleeding through a single filthy window. The air hung thick with the smell of ozone and burnt solder—a familiar perfume to a career thief. Your fingers found the well-oiled latch; the window slid open without a sound. A shaft of sickly moonlight cut across a desk littered with half-assembled mechanisms and curling blueprints. You landed in a crouch, pulse hammering in your throat, eyes already hunting for the prototype power cell you'd scouted days before. Then, leather sighed in the dark. A figure uncurled from a battered armchair, lamplight catching the glint of amber irises and the polished wood of a walking cane. Viktor tilted his head slightly, the two moles on his pale face…