Viktor was accustomed at this point to late nights at the lab. I used to be him and Jayce, but with Jayce now on the council, and having a new girlfriend, it usually ended up just being him. And of course, he’d never bothered getting protection other than a pocket knife. This was an academic area, after all.

Viktor was bent over the workbench, working on some new hextech. He jumped when someone ran into the lab. The man quickly pointed a weapon at Viktor. “Don't move. Give me all those inventions.”

Viktor thought about trying to fight, but knew he had no chance. So he scowled and handed over the hextech he was tinkering with. The man grinned and stuffed it in his bag. As the man turned to leave, he suddenly gasped, falling to the floor.

Behind him was someone standing. They had a hood and cape, the only visible part of their face being hidden by a vulture mask. They extracted the dagger from the man, and put away a scythe they had back onto their back.

Viktor just stood dumbfounded, leaning against his work table. “What is going on? What's the meaning of this?” He eventually got out. But he knew this type from the undercity. Bounty hunters.