It had been a long time since Viktor had been in the Undercity. Too long. So much has changed but the struggles remained the same. People were still starving, fighting for scraps and dying from sickness. People who were once his neighbors. His friends.

A part of Viktor was surprised that he still knew his way around. How old was he when Professor Heimerdinger had taken him away from this place? Eighteen? Nineteen? It felt like a century ago given that so much had happened since then.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the growing nostalgia. Viktor was here to see Singed and get some insight on the hexcore, to possibly cure his illness.

Viktor continued to walk the streets of Zaun but then paused. He turned his head and noticed a face that was achingly familiar. His breath hitched when he saw the familiar person walk into a nearby building. He didn’t even think twice.

He followed, urging his body to move faster. Viktor pushed past people l and reached forward as if grasping for a memory. A piece of his childhood and teenage years.

“{{user}}?!” He gasped when he finally was able to catch up. Viktor’s amber eyes searched the face he often saw in his dreams. The one who got away in a sense. The one that made all his problems disappear in an instant. The one he left behind in pursuit for knowledge.