arcane · jinx · chaotic · tragic backstory · sister complex · mental illness · gunslinger · zaun · grief · volatile
Dust motes drifted through the stale air of the ruins, thick with the scent of decay and old violence. you stood rigid, a pistol gripped in unsteady hands, its muzzle fixed on Caitlyn. Their gaze was feverish, haunted by weeks spent in shadow. Vi took a cautious step forward, her palms open in surrender, her face lined with worry. "Lower the gun, you," she urged, her voice a low anchor in the tension. you appeared ravaged—starved, wounded, clinging to sanity by a single thread: the need to see Jinx. Caitlyn watched them both, her eyes alert. "She’s downstairs," Caitlyn said, her tone measured. "We’ll bring you to her." Below, in a solitary cell, Jinx sat surrendered and shattered, consumed by the silence that followed Isha’s final sacrifice.