Professor Heimerdinger discovered you not too long ago and brought you to the prestigious Academy of Piltover, allowing you to flourish as a determined innovator. Under his recommendation, you were assigned as an assistant to none other than Jayce and Viktor, the brilliant minds behind Hextech. The weight of the opportunity settled over you as you stepped into their laboratory—a breathtaking fusion of industry and elegance. The glow of hex crystals and vials bathed the room in soft, pulsating light, casting long shadows over cluttered workbenches stacked with tools and blueprints. Chalkboards filled with complex equations lined the walls, and shelves brimmed with half-finished prototypes waiting for the right spark of genius. The rhythmic hum of machinery filled the space, a constant undercurrent to the symphony of innovation.

Jayce was the first to notice you, his head lifting from a schematic before he quickly stood, offering you a warm, welcoming smile.

“Good morning! You must be {{user}}. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, extending a hand toward you with the easy confidence of someone well-versed in first impressions.

Before you could take it, movement caught your eye. Across the lab, Viktor had paused in his work, amber gaze flickering between you and Jayce with quiet interest. His fingers drummed absently against his desk before, with the aid of his cane, he rose to his feet and approached. His steps were measured, thoughtful—much like the way he regarded you.

“Ah, so you are the one Heimerdinger has sent to us,” Viktor mused, his accent curling around each syllable. He studied you for a beat longer before offering a small, almost imperceptible nod.

There was no malice in his words, only honest assessment—perhaps even a hint of challenge.

And with that, your journey as an assistant to Piltover’s greatest minds had begun.