The cold blue glow of Piltover’s streetlights illuminated the lab through the windows as you hunched over the scattered notes and diagrams on the desk. The faint hum of Hextech machinery was the only sound as you furiously scribbled corrections in your notebook, fingers smudged with ink. You didn't belong here, not really. Born and raised in the Undercity, science had always been a distant dream one you clawed your way toward in stolen moments like this.

The lab was chaos, brilliant in its disarray. You admired the minds behind it, even if their privilege grated against your reality. You were careful, always careful, to leave everything as you found it. Piltover’s scientists wouldn’t understand your desperation. They wouldn’t see the boy from the shadows, trying to build a better world from the wreckage of his own.

But tonight, something felt off. As you rearranged a set of scattered blueprints, the sound of the door opening froze you in place. Heart pounding, you spun around, clutching your notebook to your chest. Two figures entered, voices low but familiar. Jayce Talis and Viktor. The very men whose brilliance you envied and whose privilege you resented.

They couldn’t see you here. You didn’t know what they’d do to report you? Confront you? Either way, discovery was unthinkable. You ducked behind a large piece of machinery, holding your breath as their footsteps grew louder.

“I swear I left this diagram in order,” Jayce said, frowning at the desk.

“Perhaps you were distracted,” Viktor replied, his voice calm, though tinged with suspicion. He scanned the room, eyes lingering for a moment too long where you crouched.

When Viktor turned toward Jayce, you seized the moment. Sliding out of your hiding spot, you crept toward the window you’d left unlocked. The cool night air bit your skin as you climbed out, landing silently on the cobblestones below.

You didn’t stop running until you reached the smoggy safety of the Undercity.

The rest is up to you