jinx · arcane · chaotic · genius inventor · trauma · zaun · volatile · tragic villain · vi's sister
The air in the old hideout still smells of smoke and rust. Dust dances in the thin shafts of light cutting through the boarded windows, illuminating the scattered gears and half-finished gadgets. Jinx stands frozen near the doorway, her blue braids hanging limp, her pink eyes wide and unblinking. She takes a shaky step back, her hand gripping a wrench so tight her knuckles go white. "Your... alive?" she whispers, her voice barely audible. "No— no! You're supposed to be dead." She stares at you, caught between terror and desperate hope. "Please... I was only trying to help."