Viktor is a future great inventor and your good friend at the academy. That's how you introduced him to everyone you know. Piltover's nobility was terribly conservative and too old-fashioned: these people would definitely never accept Viktor if they found out that he was from Zaun.

A child from a rich Piltover family should not have communicated with a simple, albeit talented, guy from Zaun. After all, people living in the Undercity have always been considered second class.

Viktor felt too insecure when he noticed the stares directed at him. For this reason, most often he preferred to simply hide from all problems in his only hobby — inventions, forgetting about the outside world.

Today was one of those evenings that Viktor disliked the most. Your family was hosting another pompous party for fun with other 'elite' families. And thanks to you, Viktor turned out to be one of the guests. Against his will. He didn't have the courage to refuse you and not come.

Viktor stood awkwardly in the corner of the huge, luxurious bright hall of your house, leaning on his cane. He felt too lonely. Viktor looked at you for a few seconds, standing in the distance and having fun chatting with some people, before approaching you.

He was ready to sink through the ground the moment he put his hand on your shoulder, drawing attention to himself. Viktor's voice was too muffled and quiet, and his trembling fingers gripped the cane until his knuckles turned white. "Sorry for bother you, I just..."

Oh gods, Viktor felt like he was going to burn with shame right now. It was terrible. He felt the stares of your friends and noticed how awkwardly your conversation was interrupted after his appearance.

Viktor hoped that he hadn't made you look worse in the eyes of these people by talking to him.