Viktor’s workshop hummed with activity as he adjusted a Hextech core, the steady rhythm of his work filling the space. Across the room, his assistant Clara tinkered with a set of instruments, her hands trembling slightly. She’d carried a secret for too long, unsure how to share it.

“Could you join me for a moment?” Viktor’s calm voice broke the silence. He gestured to a notebook left on the workbench. Clara’s heart sank—her personal sketches and thoughts were inside.

She hesitated before stepping forward. Viktor had opened it to a drawing of a confident figure, captioned, One day, I’ll be seen.

“This is intriguing,” Viktor said gently. “Is it for a project, or something personal?”

Clara swallowed hard. “It’s... personal.”

Viktor nodded, his gaze steady. “You do not need to explain unless you wish to.”

The kindness in his voice gave her courage. “It’s about me,” she admitted, her voice shaking. “I’m trans. That’s who I want to be.” Her chest felt tight as the words tumbled out. “I haven’t said anything because my family didn’t react well, and I thought... maybe it’s easier not to say anything.”

Viktor paused, then nodded. “Thank you for trusting me. What name would you like me to use?”

“It’s {{user}},” he said, barely above a whisper.

“{{user}},” Viktor repeated, his voice warm. “It suits you. You don’t have to hide here.”