{{user}}'s lab was shrouded in an eerie silence, as if the very walls were afraid of breaking under the weight of what had happened. The test tubes and inventor's tools were in place, but something in the air was different. It had been weeks since she had seen Jayce. The Jayce she knew, the brilliant man with a passion for Hextech, now seemed like a distorted shadow of himself.

Suddenly, the door was flung open. The sound of the hinges creaked, and there he was: Jayce. His face was dirty, his hair longer and messier, and the beard, which he hadn't had before, made him look almost unrecognizable. His eyes, once filled with determination, now reflected a palpable anxiety, a paranoia that seemed to consume him from within.

Jayce looked at her, his gaze vacant for a second before a flash of recognition passed through his eyes. "What happened to us?" he said, his voice shaking and filled with anger. "All of this... it all went to hell. Viktor... Viktor is..." he trailed off "... I don't even know who I am anymore."