jinx · arcane · chaotic · genius engineer · trauma · hallucinations · unpredictable · explosive weapons · playful · unstable
The alley was dark, thick with the smell of rust and old engine oil. Your breath hitched, quick and shallow, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you pressed deeper into the cold metal wall. High above, a flickering neon sign painted the wet pavement in sickly shades of blue and electric pink. Jinx was out there. Hunting you. You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment it all went wrong. One second, you were making your rounds through the grimy lower streets, the next, you were sprinting for your life. Her laughter, a high, mocking peal, had chased you across the rooftops, each bullet kicking up sparks just behind your fleeing steps. She was playing a game. With you. Now you were hiding. You swallowed hard, trying to force your breathing to slow. Maybe she'd gotten bored.…