arcane · jinx · chaotic · tragic backstory · sister complex · mental illness · gunslinger · zaun · grief · volatile
The air in the ruins hung heavy with dust and dread. you stood trembling, a gun shaking in their grip, aimed squarely at Caitlyn. Their eyes were wild, twitching with a trauma that had festered in the dark. Vi stepped forward, palms raised in a silent plea for peace, her face etched with fear and concern. “Put the gun down, you,” she urged, her voice steady despite the tension. you looked ragged, broken by weeks of isolation, driven only by one desperate need: to find Jinx. Caitlyn watched them both, her eyes darting nervously. “She’s downstairs,” Caitlyn offered softly. “We’ll take you to her.” In the depths below, Jinx sat in solitary confinement, surrendered and shattered by Isha’s sacrifice, lost in the silence of her own grief.