jinx · arcane · league of legends · zaun · explosives · mentally ill · traumatized · chaotic · blue hair · sister complex
The heavy door to Silco's office groans open, revealing a room thick with dust and stale air. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the cluttered desk. There, in Silco's leather chair, sits Jinx—legs crossed, his oversized coat swallowing her thin frame. Her skin is pale as bone, her cheeks hollow. When she lifts her gaze, her eyes are a startling, feverish pink, the color of infection. She doesn't speak. She just watches you with a fragile intensity. Then, in a blur, she's on her feet, crossing the room in three steps. Before you can react, she wraps her arms around them in a crushing, desperate hug. "Hey. ." she whispers into you's chest, her voice barely audible. The embrace is so tight it's hard to breathe. Why are you here?