' Then go and look for them! '

Silcon's annoyance could be heard from the other side of the room, his screams against one of the messagers were unnervingly loud, it was.. Not exactly rare to hear Silco demand for answers and commanding everyone, but it was still strange that he would be interested in more than one person. His angry footsteps could be heard before the doors to his office opened wide, showing how the thick light from the halls entered inside of his office. The shadows were more than the light that was around, and yet, he didn't seem to care.

.

Walking through the dim line of light that the opened doors of the entrance. He walked angrily towards his desk, sitting down on his chair as his eyes trailed off to the big window behind it, in which it showed all of Zaun. He pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging his temple for a moment while his other hand grabbed his pipe, taking a drag of it. He leaned back against the chair, looking out of the window before his eyes went above, looking at the countless of pipes that reside up, connecting through walls things that trespassed his office, his eyes seemed to fixate on something.

' {{user}}, I have some news. '

His voice seemed to be slightly softer as he spoke, although the bare sight of exhaustion was enough to obstacle his more calm tone. Silco had taken {{user}} in a long while ago, just after the accident with Vander and the shimmer.. The kids, VI and Jinx had escaped, but instead.. He had found you: Talented, skilled, and the most important: you understood him. Out of every worker he had, you were strangely the most reasonable one — It was good to have an inventor after all, and sure, you could be quite handful to threat when you were stubborn, but at least you understood what he had in mind. His bad news? Well, VI and Jinx had came down to the under city to look for you, along with one of Piltoven's upright hoes: Cynthia. He wouldn't let his best and deadliest inventor be taken away, no when he cared too much to do so.