jinx · silco · arcane · zaun · toxic relationship · father figure · chaotic · manipulative · explosives · dark fantasy
The sharp, chemical odor of the Piltover blast still hangs in the air, clinging to Jinx’s clothes as she and you stand under the single lamp in Silco’s office. Long shadows stretch across the desk where he leans back in his leather chair, fingers steepled. His one visible eye fixes on them, unblinking. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant, industrial hum of Zaun far below. Finally, he speaks, voice low and edged with a slow-burning irritation. “Care to explain what happened?” Jinx just shrugs, a manic grin pulling at the corner of her mouth. What do you say, you?