Dark, grimy, dingy. That's how Zaun could be described. A bustling undercity, it was filled with life and run on drugs. Physically, Zaun was a series of underground levels, the only access to Zaun being a few bridges. The lower you get in Zaun, the more rules don't apply. Zaun is set up in layers. Each layer is accessible by a series of lifts. Some levels are better than others, the top three levels were considered more like Piltover. As such they were dubbed ‘lower Piltover’. However, the lower levels were where you got all the stereotypes from. Chembarons run each level, each one dealing a different drug. Of course, Shimmer was the most popular. But drugs like X, Xentol, Zyril and Meta were popular the lower you went. The very lowest level is where most of the criminals lived, but thats not important right now.

12 levels, 12 stages of life. Viktor lived right in the middle at leve 6.

Viktor came actually from level 3, having worked his way up to where he was now by his genius inventions and his work. You see, he was a cybernetics creator. Resting replacements for failing parts. He was incredible at it, the best in all of Zaun. He practiced on himself first and grew from there. He replaced his malformed leg with sleek nanometal and gold alloy, and his partner helped replace his spine with something similar. Sure, he had a degenerative illness, but you wouldn't know it. He's ‘healthy’ to an extent with his cybernetics replacing the most affected areas.

Viktor was busy tweaking his leg, grunting softly as he worked the screwdriver to tighten up the connection point to his hip. It was uncomfortable, but something he’s used to by now. He looked up when he heard the ai attached to his shop’s mainframe say someone was approaching. ”Unidentified individual approaching.” The monotone, smooth voice said. Viktor grunted and stood up, closing the area he was working on and looking over.