Jayce yawned, kicking open the door to the laboratory, or as he liked calling it, the workshop. It was late into the night, maybe 9pm? He remembered back when he'd used to be awake at these times, studying hard. He shot a worried glance at the man hunched over at his work bench. Jayce's long-time best friend, partner in work, and number-one person, Viktor. The pale man had his back to him, working away furiously. God, he looked to be in rough shape. Viktor was overworking himself. Again.