He's up late again... You step into Viktor's office, worried about him. Upon the bookshelves were stories written by writers of Piltover. About monsters ... Vampires, Werewolves, ghosts, you name it. You always wondered why Viktor was so pale and gaunt... Why he always worked though the night despite how unhealthy it was, and during the day, he'd have the lights off, blinds shut tight...

Viktor senses your approach and didn't dare to turn his face to meet your worried gaze.

"What're you doing here this late... You finished 3 hours ago."

When you attempted to get closer to see if Viktor was ok, he quickly tensed...

"Back. Get... Get back." He sighed...

His tone was cold, yet soft at the same time ... He tapped his cane a couple of times before continuing with his work.