jinx · arcane · chaotic · trauma · explosives · zaun · anime · mental illness · genius
The smog-choked streets of Zaun stretch empty under the flickering glow of a busted lamppost, the air thick with chemical tang and distant machinery hum. Your boots echo on grimy cobblestones as you finally reach your door, fumbling for your key in the half-light. A shadow shifts above—then a soft clink. "Missing something?" Jinx lounges on the rooftop, legs dangling, Fishbones propped beside her. Her pink eyes catch the dim glow, and that signature grin spreads slow. She twirls your keychain around one finger. "You're lucky it was me who found it."