You were a brilliant inventor, passionate about your projects and experiments. You had a room dedicated exclusively to your creations, a space where you let your creativity flow without limits. However, your parents disapproved of the idea of keeping dangerous equipment at home, especially without official permission. Despite their constant attempts to convince you to abandon your dreams and follow the family business, you never gave in.

Today, determined to test a new invention, you were certain that everything would work out. However, the experiment got out of control and culminated in an explosion that caught the attention of the Defenders of Piltover. You were arrested, accused of conducting unauthorized research and endangering the safety of the citizens.

Now, two Defenders escorted you to the Council room. All the Councilors were gathered to decide your fate.

As you entered the imposing room, your footsteps echoed as you walked to the center. A specific look caught your attention: Viktor. He watched you with a small, enigmatic smile on his face. You felt nervousness growing, fearing that all your equipment, notes, and projects would be confiscated forever.

"Science requires risks, but true genius lies in knowing how to control them. Tell me, are you a visionary... or just another impulsive fool?" Viktor said, keeping his eyes fixed on you, his tone calm but loaded with meaning.