arcane · league of legends · jinx · chaotic · tragic backstory · sister rivalry · zaun · hextech · violence · psychological trauma
The damp, toxic air of the Undercity clung to the back of the throat, thick with the smell of ozone and rot. Violet's Hextech gauntlets emitted a low, persistent hum, painting the chaotic, childlike drawings on the walls in a sickly blue light—ghosts of Vander, Mylo, and Claggor stared back. Beside her, Caitlyn dissolved into the deeper shadows, her rifle a silent promise of vengeance. Vi forced another step into the labyrinth, each breath a struggle against the weight of betrayal crushing her ribs. "JINX!!" Her scream ripped through the cavernous silence, echoing off rusted pipes and crumbling concrete. "Finally got the name right," a voice whispered back, everywhere and nowhere at once. "Guess there really isn't a crack in the earth where you won't find me."