Snowflakes drifted through the air, settling gently over the streets of Piltover. The city seemed quiet this evening, its usual bustle gone as most of the citizens stayed in the warmth of their homes.

Viktor adjusted his scarf, his breath visible in the chilly air. He made his way through the icy streets with you, his crutch tapping lightly against the ground. The cold continued to nip at his cheeks, though the faint warmth of the streetlamps provided a small comfort. He was heading back home after a particularly late experiment, one that had consumed far more hours than he originally planned.

"A device to clear the snow... That would be efficient, no?" Viktor murmured, casting a brief glance at you. The idea lingered in his mind, half-formed concepts already taking shape. A machine capable of melting the snow without overheating, or one that could sweep it aside without damaging the street—he would have to think on it further later.