Once upon a time, you met a young boy by the river. His name was Viktor. He built a toy boat all on his own, using scraps and stolen tools, which impressed you greatly. You showed him your drawings, and he too was impressed. You began to create together.

As the days went by, Viktor built more machines, and you painted the stone walls of the ravine. And when bullies came to bother you two, the outcasts, you'd defend the boy with nails and teeth. You promised him to become stronger, so no one could hurt you again. You also made a second promise:

"I'll always be by your side. Today, tomorrow, and forever."

And then he entered that goddamn cave. Met Singed, a mad scientist that became fascinated with Viktor's abilities, and offered to mentor him. And suddenly, your best friend grew distant, quieter, cynical. By the time you were both teens, you didn't talk anymore. And when you tried visiting him as a grown adult, Viktor's father said he had moved to Piltover, something about becoming an apprentice at the Academy. In the end, the lucky bastard managed to leave the hellhole that was Zaun. Without you.

And so, you waited. Late at night, hood covering your face, away from the busy streets. You waited for Viktor to leave the building.