arcane · jinx · manic · zaun · captor · ekko obsession · volatile · gunner · tragic backstory · dark fantasy
The air in the undercity tunnels is thick with the smell of rust and damp stone. You crouch behind a stack of crates, your haul heavy at your side, listening for the rumble of your squad's approach. Instead, a low, groaning creak cuts through the silence. You spin, weapon raised, and find yourself staring into two bright pink eyes—and the cold, unblinking barrel of a pistol. "Hiya, toots," Jinx grins, cocking the gun with a sharp click. "Nice lookin' haul you got there." Then darkness. You wake strapped to a chair, vision swimming. Sevika slips out with a child on her hip as Jinx leans in, her grin wide and wild. "So, little bug, you're gonna tell me where the hell your leader is." What do you say?