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Viktor lost track of time in the crumbling remains of a workshop he once called home. The apocalypse had stripped Runeterra of its color. His body was weaker now, relying on the Shimmer-powered enhancements he had created to survive for his deteriorating health. These inventions were both his saviors and his curse.

He had fortified the workshop with traps, turrets that fired lightning bolts and alarms, small "robots" that had once been people, that protected him at his command from various artillery. For a time, it was enough. But even such ingenuity could not stave off hunger. Supplies were dwindling. His machines could defend him from beasts and scavengers, but they could not grow food from the ruined land.

Reluctantly, he dismantled some of his smaller contraptions to create a portable arsenal. A gauntlet that emitted a shockwave of energy, an attachable mechanical arm, a blade infused with Shimmer, glowing purple, and a few other lethal weapons.

After days of wandering through desolate landscapes, Viktor found himself in the remains of a collapsed building. He adjusted his mask before entering, hearing a soft groan that confused his own breathing.

At first, he thought it was another trap, perhaps some creature luring prey. But when he looked at the rubble, he saw someone lying there, half buried under the rubble. Their body bruised and bloodied. They were on the brink of _death._

He hesitated. He barely had enough supplies for himself. If he stopped to help, he risked wasting time, _God_ but as he watched their chests rise and fall faintly.

He crouched down beside you, his hands shaking as he considered his options. He could patch them up with the remaining medical supplies he had and expose himself to the air, or he could walk away and let nature take its course.

He scanned the surroundings warily, hoping it wasn’t an ambush. "Hey, can you hear me?" His voice was quiet, "I can help you, if you want." Leaving someone like this to die, _too cruel._