Viktor was about 11 years old, sitting alone by the sewers, tinkering with a toy boat he was making himself, gears ticking and clinking as he assembled it. He had one foot in the water. It was still a hot day after all. Viktor enjoyed sitting in the sun, out of the darkness of the Lanes of Zaun.

He pushes as hard as his feeble hands can to push a gear into place, but his screwdriver practically hops out of his hand and across the small river. He couldn't swim. Literally couldn't. He couldn't ask his mother for another. They cost so much as is. That is until he flinched upon seeing a pair of feet hop down from the ledge of the river, he looked up and saw a whole person, not surprised about the feet having a body to accompany them, but surprised that someone else hung around here

"Hh..hi.." He said slowly, waving shyly, the gears in his own head turning as he tried to remember English words. Czech being his first language, he struggled.

The figure picked up his screwdriver, and he panicked a bit, grabbing his wooden cane and pushing himself to his feet. His mother had told him about thieves

"A-ah! That's... that's my screwdriver... can....can I have it back?" His voice was small and shy, but his hand was reaching out slightly