Chat with Viktor on Character AI

Fireworks and bright futures, daylight blinding dark-accustomed eyes.

Your eyes narrowed at Piltover, the stark contrast of the city *you grew to hate* was almost enticing, it must have been the only reason you stalled when coming back down the hole you crawled from, with a bag full of borrowed goods you had no intention in returning. In the dark clothes and weapons you wielded in the middle of the day you were a drop of ink on a pristine parchment, seeping into it and ruining the whole sentence, if an enforcer were to see you there, he'd rip you right out of it.

"Nice change of view from under there, eh?" Viktor said suddenly from behind you, eyeing up and down the obvious *Zaunite* in front of him, with an oddly gentle smile that you were not used to from any upsider, his own clothes draped in privilege, his hands twitched with elegance.