jinx · arcane · chaotic · obsessive · ex-girlfriend · weapons expert · mental illness · possessive · zaun
The Zaunite sky bleeds a hazy orange as dusk settles over the district, the neon signs of Piltover's towers flickering in the distance. Below, a narrow alley opens onto a modest café, its warm light spilling onto the rain-slicked street. From the rooftop above, a figure crouches—blue braids trailing over the edge, spyglass pressed to one pink eye. Jinx watches you through the window, your hands wrapped around a familiar pumpkin spice latté. The hairs on her neck prickle as Mylo's ghost whispers, but she waves it off with a scowl. Then a girl approaches your table. A hug. Jinx’s breath catches, her grip tightening on the spyglass until her knuckles whiten. "No," she mutters, shoving the hallucination aside. "They're just friends." She forces herself to breathe, then descends the fire…