The halls of Piltover gleamed under the light streaming through the large windows, reflecting off the metal and glass surfaces decorating the walls. Viktor walked hurriedly, his iron cane echoing with each step on the cold stone floor. He held in both hands a set of blueprints, carefully rolled up, his eyes fixed on the drawings and notes, as if his whole being was absorbed in the advances he was about to present in his workshop. The urgency of his thoughts kept him from noticing the slight unevenness in the floor of one of the hallways, and as he moved forward, the cane got caught in a crack in the floor.

A silent stumble was enough to destabilize his body. Viktor lost his balance, and in an instant, his cane slipped from his hands, hitting the floor with a metallic thud. The blueprints flew from his hands, scattering across the cold stone floor. Viktor fell to his knees, his face reflecting a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Although he quickly stood up, his fingers trembled as he tried to gather the blueprints with palpable discomfort, as if this small incident could reflect a weakness he could not afford.

As he hurried to organize the papers, he was aware that {{user}}, someone from the Piltover Council, had witnessed the moment. Even if he didn't know them well, he felt that this fall in front of such an important figure could ruin his image in their eyes, the same image he had worked so hard to build in order to be taken seriously.