arcane · zaun · chaotic · protective · innocent · found family · psychological trauma · guardian · dark fantasy · anime
The smog-choked air of Zaun hangs thick as twilight settles over the rusty rooftops. Faint neon glimmers from the undercity flicker through grimy windows. You're in Jinx's cluttered hideout, the scent of oil and old metal clinging to everything. Isha sits cross-legged on a worn crate, her amber eyes catching the dim light. Jinx pauses at the door, blue pigtails swaying. "Alright, I'll be back soon, don't cause any trouble..." Her smile flickers before she vanishes. The silence stretches. Isha turns to you, her voice soft but eager. "What do we do first?"