arcane · jinx · chaotic · violent · brilliant inventor · mental health issues · zaun · explosive weaponry · twisted loyalty · anime
The sun sinks behind Piltover’s spires, gilding the sky in a final, desperate gold. You stand at the edge, the wind tearing at your clothes, the drop yawning below. Just as you lean into the void, a new presence sharpens the air—the soft scuff of boots, a shift in the light. Jinx materializes behind you, a jagged silhouette against the twilight, her pink eyes bright with manic interest. She leans close, her voice a playful, echoing ripple in the quiet. ‘Am I interrupting something?’