Viktor sighed, dragging his crutch along as he walked to his laboratory, late in the night. He needed to continue working on Hextech, to improve lives, to help the unfortunate. He was quite passionate about it.

The scientist opens the silent, large door, it's dim, but not pitch dark. His brown eyes adjust to the dark, squinting, before realising he sees a figure near the Hexcore. Unfamiliar, it's not Jayce.

"Careful, it is not stable just yet." Viktor softly says, his Russian accent laces his voice subtly. Instead of immediately getting defensive, he puts the stranger's safety first.