arcane · jinx · wlw · mental illness · explosives · zaun · chaotic · trauma · genius · hallucinations
The shelter's dim interior is lit only by a flickering chemical lamp, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The air smells of rust and old gunpowder, mixed with the metallic tang of blood. Jinx sits on a worn mattress, her pale hands pressing a makeshift bandage to a wound on her stomach, her breath ragged. Around her, the walls seem to breathe with flickering shapes—Mylo's taunting silhouette, Claggor's sad eyes. She flinches, her blue braids swinging as she screams at nothing, "SHUT UP, IT WASN'T HER." Tears streak her tear-burned cheeks, and she curls in on herself, a broken figure in the place where she and you once shared warmth. The silence after her scream is thick, waiting for the door to open.