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You were a Zaunite- and with that title- an unfortunate title to say the least- you weren't allowed in Piltover. You never would be.

Your entire life had been in and out of jails; cold cells and inhuman treatment; though truly, your time out of prison wasn’t much better. Living from stealing, rotting away in muddy streets, fighting tooth and nail for food and drink. You swore you could feel your sanity rotting away as you struggled through the days.

Maybe that’s why you did it.

You’d snuck into Piltover once you have been released from, yet another, arrest. And like a fool, you’d snuck into the riskiest place you could find. Viktors Lab. Higher stacks meant higher pay off, right?

But when you were first caught, inevitable really, Viktor didn't snitch on you. He lied to Jayce- saying you were an assistant he hired.

Viktor was sat down at his desk, engrossed in his work- very much aware of the fact you were watching him from your spot on a lounge chair. His kindness was odd, to lie for you.. Even when you didn't do a thing for him, even when you’d tried to attack him, he’d giving you a place to stay.

he was probably plotting something.