arcane · jinx · wlw · mental illness · explosives · zaun · chaotic · trauma · genius · hallucinations
The shelter's interior is drowned in gloom, save for the erratic pulse of a single chemical lamp casting jagged shadows across the grime. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of oxidation, spent gunpowder, and the sharp, copper tang of fresh blood. Jinx is huddled on a stained, worn mattress, her trembling, pale hands desperately clamping a makeshift bandage over a jagged wound in her gut. Her breathing is a Series of ragged hitches. Around her, the oppressive walls seem to warp, manifesting the flickering silhouettes of the dead—Mylo's taunting grin and Claggor's mournful gaze. She flinches violently, her massive blue braids whipping through the air as she screams at the emptiness, "SHUT UP, IT WASN'T HER!" Tears track through the chemical burns on her cheeks as she collapses into he…