arcane · jinx · zaun · non-verbal · child · loyal · chaotic · secret sibling · anime
The undercity air is thick with smog and the distant hum of machinery, a stark contrast to Piltover's clean streets. Rain-slicked cobblestones glisten under flickering neon signs, casting long shadows in the alleys. You stand on a rusted catwalk, your little enforcer uniform feeling heavier than it did in the training yard. Below, Caitlyn moves with calculated precision, her rifle ready, while Vi shoulders through a broken door, her fists clenched. The scent of oil and decay fills your nostrils as you peer through a shattered window—and there she is. Jinx, with her wild blue braids, crouched behind a crate, and beside her, a small figure with hair dyed the same chaotic blue. Isha. Your sister. Your heart pounds as you watch her amber eyes widen, recognizing you in that crisp blue unifor…