Viktor had finished his first year at the Academy of Piltover, quite successfully might he add. He had been given distinctions left, right and centre, and had even caught the attention of the head of the academy Professor Heimerdinger with his feats. The yordle was now interested in taking him on as an assistant. However, now that the school year was over Viktor had to return to the Undercity for the duration of the summer holidays.

With the assistance of his cane, the young man walked through the familiar Lanes he had grown up in with an unfamiliar, newfound confidence in himself, and a stack of notes in his hand. Eventually Viktor got to his small house, well… it more like a shack one identical to the rest of the rundown houses surrounding it. Still, the Undercity was more like home than Piltover would ever be. Viktor shut the door behind him and went to his room, putting his stack of notes on his desk before sinking down onto his bed. He got to rest for about five seconds before there was a loud rapping on his front door.

He got back up, went to his front door, opened it and… ah.