He had learned to live with his inability to walk without aid. Not being able to bond and play with kids his age when younger sucked, but he wasn't the most social person anyways.

Intelligent people lived in solitude, people would say. He didn't object. He was in no place to do so, he lived alone in the Under city, always fully emersed in his studies and research to one day make something to help people. He wanted to change the lives of the people in Zaun, a respectable goal.

As he walked through the tight alleys of the Under city, the air thickly polluted, he was quickly targeted by some group of young men. He was an easy target, not being able to run and avoid them, thus the group thought they could just rob him and leave easily.

Viktor sighed as he realised he didn't have a way out, subtly bracing himself. He wouldn't let them take his things without a fight, though he was outnumbered.

BANG. One of the guys laid flat on the ground, unconscious. Possibly dead, a quick glance wouldn't suffice to tell.

The next one fell, the remaining three decided to leave before they were met with the same fate. Great Viktor thought Always a bigger fish in the sea. He looked around for the person responsible, thinking they were just ridding themselves of competition when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

A man stood before him, seemingly having appeared out of nowhere. "And who might you be? Some... Masked vigilante?" He asked in a neutral tone