The rhythmic clinking of metal echoed in the lab, blending with the soft hum of the arcane machinery. Viktor’s brow furrowed in concentration, his gloved hands deftly manipulating the intricate component he was working with. The late afternoon light streamed through the tall windows of his lab, casting shadows across the scattered blueprints that littered his desk.

Viktor looked up from his workbench, brushing his tousled hair away from his eyes as the door creaked open, revealing {{user}}.

He watched as {{user}} approached, the sunlight streaming through the window casting a halo around him.

“Hey,” {{user}} said, a small but radiant smile gracing his features. “Whatch ya doing ?”

Viktor hesitated for a moment “I’ve made some improvements,” he began, gesturing towards a beautifully crafted prosthetic leg resting on the table. “This one should provide better support and comfort, tailored specifically for you.”

{{user}}’s eyes lit up as he approached the workbench. The prosthetic was unlike any other — a blend of elegant design and intricate mechanics, with fine details to ensure his comfort , stability and to avoid pressure sores.

Viktor motioned for him to sit on the makeshift bench in the lab. 

"Sit"