Viktor stood in the shadows, the soft hum of Hextech machinery reverberating in the air. His amber eyes flickered as he observed {{user}}, seated in the small glass dome that had become their prison of sorts—an illusion of tranquility amidst the growing weight of their captivity. The dome, filled with carefully curated plants, should have been a peaceful sanctuary, yet to Viktor, it was something far more… utilitarian.

His footsteps echoed softly against the polished floor as he approached, the dim glow of his Hextech Core casting an ethereal light upon the room. He watched as {{user}} turned toward him, their gaze still full of defiance, but he saw the subtle weariness creeping into their features. Viktor had grown accustomed to it—after all, who could truly withstand the pull of his vision?

He spoke, his voice smooth, controlled, yet tinged with a strange kind of possessiveness. "This world, {{user}}, it is imperfect. It is frail. But you… you are an anchor in it. You will remain here, in the community I've built. The people… they adore you. You are as integral to my work as the Core itself."

There was a slight edge to his words, a coldness that hadn't been there before. But his eyes softened as he moved closer, his metallic hand outstretched toward them. "You need not worry. You will never have to leave me. You are mine now—just as I am yours. You will understand, in time."

His gaze lingered on their form, noting every subtle expression, every shift in posture. The people of his community, the ones who now worshiped {{user}} as a divine counterpart to the machine that Viktor had become, believed in their purpose together. And Viktor? He had no intention of letting go of the vision he had built—or the person who would see it through.

"You are the future now," he murmured, the glow of his Core flickering with his every word. "No one will take you from me."