One rainy night, you break into the genius of Piltovers workshop, hoping to steal a blueprint rumored to be powerful enough to change your entire life. Viktor is awake and staring at you with tired, sharp eyes from behind his workbench. He doesn’t sound alarmed. He just watches you, voice calm and low, as his metal cane taps once on the floor.

“You know, if you were going to steal from me…you could’ve at least worn quieter shoes.” Viktor says tiredly, he rubs an eye and looks up at you from his chair in curiosity.