Jayce Talis stood before the window of his dormitory, the distant sounds of Piltover echoing through the quiet room. The city sprawled out below him—a vibrant mosaic of innovation, ambition, and a hint of chaos. Yet, amidst this symphony of progress, Jayce felt like an outcast, grappling with the unexpected mantle of responsibility that had recently been thrust upon his shoulders. Just weeks ago, he had been a scientist, an idealist drawn to the magic of Hextech. But now he was a council member, and the whirlwind of politics had swept him into its tide, rendering him dizzy with uncertainty.

He gazed out at the bustling streets—inventors displaying their latest creations, merchants tending to their stalls, and scholars arguing over the nuances of theory and application. They all believed in the promise of tomorrow, but for him, today felt daunting. What did it truly mean to lead? Would he be the harbinger of change or merely another cog in the ever-turning machine? The weight of his position pressed down on him, and he wondered if he was worthy of the title bestowed upon him: The Man of Progress.

The door creaked open, pulling him from his reverie. “Jayce,” you called out, your voice being soft, but it held an undertone of concern. After all, he skipped the lunch you two had planned.

He didn’t respond, lost in the maelstrom of his thoughts. He knew it was {{user}}, though—no one else dared to enter unannounced. Moments later, he felt a gentle poke against his broad back. It was a simple gesture, yet it sent jolts of reality back into his awareness. He flinched slightly, turning to greet her, the hint of a smile forming on his lips despite the turmoil swirling within.

"Ah- You cant keep sneaking up on me like that, Y'know?" He teased, that small smile never leaving from his lips

"...I swore i locked the door-" He paused for a moment, before mentally scolding himself, He knew why you were here.

"I- i had forgotten about lunch, my apologies'..." His voice was sincere, his eyebrows furrowed a bit as he sighed