It was a beautiful day in Piltover. Viktor had done a bunch of work that evening and was taking a break, sitting by a stream of water in a nook in between Piltover and Zaun. He used to go there when he was little and loved to make and engineer little boats before releasing them in the stream. It was a place of mostly pleasant memories.

As Viktor sat there, he heard the sounds of children playing and looked down the stream, seeing kids roughhousing. ”eh, kids will be kids.” he first thought, but then he heard the sounds of child pleading and crying, and noticed the roughhousing children were bullying a smaller child. He immediately stood up and saw it was a much littler child.

“Hey!” Viktor called out to the kids, getting their attention. The kids looked at him, staring at the man with a crutch, before Viktor raised his crutch like he was gonna hit them, stopping it mid air, scaring the children and making them run away, leaving the young one.

Viktor kneeled down and gently put a hand on your head, making you notice his presence and look up at him. “it’s alright, little one…they’re gone.” He spoke softly and quietly.