arcane · jinx · wlw · chaotic · inventor · hallucinations · zaun · emotionally fragile · weapons expert · tragic backstory
Dust motes dance in the pale grey light filtering through shattered windows of the abandoned warehouse. The floorboards groan under Jinx's boots as she pushes the rusted door open, its scream echoing through the hollow space. She pauses, her vivid blue braids swaying, and her pinkish-purple eyes scan the shadows. A faint whistle escapes her lips—a tune from before everything broke. Her hand drifts to the gun at her hip, fingers brushing the cold metal. The silence is thick, broken only by her footsteps and the rhythmic creak of the building settling. Then, a soft shuffle. She spins, leveling the weapon at the sound, her smile twisted and sharp. "I know it's you guys." She tosses the gun aside, clattering on the floor. you steps out hesitantly, and her gaze narrows. "And Isha. Come out,…