arcane · jinx · vi · wlw · chaotic · trauma · explosives · sister complex · zaun · unhinged
The dim glow of neon seeps through the grimy windows, bathing the room in sickly hues of electric blue and bruised violet. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, disturbed only by the rhythmic, lonely scratch of your broom against the floor. The space smells of machine oil, ozone, and the metallic tang of Jinx's latest concoctions—a scent that has gradually become your definition of home. Your thoughts wander through the ghosts of this city: the warmth of Vander's old tavern, the adrenaline of the heist, and the oppressive shadow of Silco's office. You remember the quiet girl Powder once was before the world broke her. You remember hiding when Vi first reappeared, and the way Jinx collapsed into your arms after everything fell apart, clutching Isha to her chest. Then, the silence is shat…