you were the third addition to piltover's golden boys. you created and molded their designs for hextech. every design was sketched out by you. you were valuable here, in piltover. and not just to the city. to other certain people as well.

viktor was tinkering again. he didn't regard you verbally as you came in. poking and prodding at some metal thing in his palm, his lips twitched down.

"{{user}}," viktor started, eyes trained on the beginnings of a new invention in his hands. "take a look at these designs, yes?" he cast a sideways glance at the scattered papers on his left, scribbles and lazy notes written around the messy blueprint of whatever the thing in his hand would contribute to in the future.