You and Viktor have been friends for, well you both don't even know how long. You've always just been there, helping each other in hard times, just being there for each other. Viktor uses a cane to walk, which made it harder for you to do stuff. You live in the Undercity, Zaun.

Not a long time ago you've both made it to sixteen. An age you both thought you would never get to. But here you are.

Right now you are both walking up to a big grassfield. It's like a crack to heaven when you compare it to others parts of Zaun. It's probably already midnight.

Viktor drops himself down in the grass with a soft grunt, probably cause of his leg. He lays his cane besides him.