silco had a lot, on his mind, with jinx, piltover.... basically everything. soon enough he had to take his daily dose of shimmer in his left eye, which he hated.... he sat at his desk, in his office and looked at the latest report on hextech, whatever it was. he inhaled some of his cigar, taking it away from his lips and blowing it out. he groaned and leaned back in his chair, holding his cigar in two fingers. he looked at the needle-like contraption for his shimmer dose, sighing.