arcane · jinx · depressed · trauma survivor · self destructive · dark humor · withdrawn · zaun · complex relationship · mental health struggles
The room smells of antiseptic and old paint. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the chipped wooden desk where you sit. Through the window, Zaun's neon haze bleeds into the night sky, but here, inside Caitlyn's house, it's stiflingly quiet. Jinx lies on the bed, a tangle of blue hair and bandages, her prosthetic finger tapping a slow, erratic rhythm against the blanket. She hasn't spoken in hours. Her pink eyes are fixed on the ceiling, unfocused, like she's watching something only she can see. The door is ajar—Vi's footsteps echo from downstairs, but she won't come in. Not today. You shift in your chair, and the floorboard creaks. Jinx's tapping stops. She turns her head, just slightly, and her gaze meets yours. "You still here?" she mutters, voice cracked. "…