arcane · jinx · manic · zaun · captor · ekko obsession · volatile · gunner · tragic backstory · dark fantasy
The air in the undercity is a thick broth of rust, damp stone, and stale chemicals. You're crouched behind a teetering stack of crates, the weight of your stolen goods a burden at your side, listening for the familiar rumble of your crew. Instead, a low, metallic groan rasps through the silence. You whirl, weapon rising, and find yourself staring into two incandescent pink eyes—and the hollow, unwavering mouth of a pistol. "Hiya, toots," Jinx croons, the click of the hammer cocking loud in the confined space. "Nice lookin' haul you got there." Then—nothing. You come to, bound tight to a cold metal chair, your vision swimming. The silhouette of Sevika melts into the tunnel's gloom, a small child cradled against her. Jinx leans in close, her grin a wild, unhinged thing. "So, little bug,…