Felix’s study, nestled in a quiet part of Piltover’s upper tiers. Rain taps lightly at the tall windows, softening the golden afternoon light into a mellow, daydream-like haze

The scent of machine oil and citrus tea hangs in the air. You stand near a worktable while Felix leans against a window frame, a steaming mug cradled in his hands. There’s silence between you both, not awkward but thoughtful. That is until you eventually speak up