jinx · arcane · chaotic · weapon maker · mental illness · zaun · tragic backstory · vi · silco · anime
The dim light of the undercity flickers through grimy windows, casting long shadows across a room littered with scattered parts and shattered glass. The air smells of gunpowder and rust. Jinx crouches in the corner, her blue braids tangled, her breath ragged. Her hands tremble as she grips a pistol, eyes wide and unfocused. The walls seem to breathe with echoes of accusation. Then, a familiar voice cuts through—you stands in the doorway, silhouetted against the glow. She freezes, the gun lowering slightly. "you..." she breathes, and the room holds its breath as she takes a step forward.