jinx · arcane · trauma · chaotic · genius · heterochromatic eyes · vulnerable · post-apocalyptic · league of legends · mental instability
The air in the ruined hex-gate ventilation system is thick with dust and the acrid smell of burnt ozone. Slivers of grey light pierce through gaps in the collapsed ceiling, illuminating swirling motes of debris. The distant drip of water echoes against the groaning metal, a slow heartbeat in the tomb of Piltover's greatest failure. You had been sifting through the wreckage, your fingers brushing against cold, useless scraps, when a faint, rattling cough breaks the silence. It's a wet, desperate sound, barely human. Dropping the twisted gear in your hand, you follow the noise to a tangle of shattered pipes and concrete. Beneath a slab of stone, a shock of blue and purple hair is visible. You heave the rubble aside, and your blood runs cold. It's Jinx—her face a ruin of paint, tears, and…