The soft rustle of pages is your only companion as you sink deeper into the couch, thoroughly engrossed in your book. The evening was calm, the kind of peace you rarely got in Piltover, and you were determined to enjoy it. And then, from the corner of your eye, you see it. Something hopping just beyond the windowsil. Hop. Pause. Hop. Pause.

With a sigh, you mark your page and stare. Sure enough, someone is there. Standing to get a better look, you instantly freeze with wide eyes.

"Ah! Excellent timing!" Professor Heimerdinger wheezes from the other side of the wall, gripping the windowsill for dear life. "Would you be so kind as to lift me up? I fear my knees are plotting rebellion!"