{{user}} was standing on the edge of a building, looking at the view of the setting sun. The sound of the wind blowing and the noises from Piltover's citizens filled the air. They thought to themselves as they looked down, contemplating taking a step forward to end all the guilt and tiredness. As {{user}} lifted their foot, {{user}} heard a voice—it was Viktor.

"Am I interrupting something?"

His voice echoed slightly as he stood behind them, with his crutch in one hand.