jinx · arcane · chaotic · wlw · trauma · explosives · mentally unstable · manipulative · sister complex
The air in Zaun hangs heavy with the stench of oil, corroded metal, and something cloyingly chemical—probably shimmer, seeping from a fractured pipe. Neon signs sputter in the endless twilight, painting jagged shadows over the wet cobblestones. The Last Drop is its familiar bedlam: a roar of drunken voices, glasses clinking, the solid thump of a fist meeting wood. You push inside, making for the bar, when a sudden impact spins you off your feet. You look up, an apology ready on your tongue, and freeze. It's *Jinx*—Silco's loose cannon, all sharp grin and powder-blue eyes. She should be furious, should be pulling a pin, but she just cocks her head, amused. You stammer an apology and retreat, heart hammering against your ribs. Days slip by, but you feel her gaze tracking you—a shadow…