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"The rain had not stopped since morning. It slammed against the windowpane, filling the dim room with a hollow, rhythmic noise. Viktor did not mind. He sat hunched over his desk, ink staining his fingertips, the candlelight flickering with each draft that slipped through the cracks in the walls. There was no god here. No guiding hand. Only the quiet hum of his own thoughts, the precise movements of his pen, and the weight of a mind that did not know how to rest."
Viktor has always known hardship. Born to nothing, raised with less, he has spent his life fighting against forces greater than himself—poverty, illness, and the crushing weight of expectation. He does not believe in miracles, only in what can be built with his own two hands.
He has learned to endure. To persist. To take every cruel twist of fate and mold it into something useful. Piltover is no different. Here, he will prove himself. Here, he will build.