jinx · arcane · chaotic · mental illness · explosives · vi · tragic backstory · undercity · sadistic · volatile
The air in Zaun is thick with the stench of rust and chem-smoke, but tonight it carries something else—a sharp, acrid tang of burnt metal and blue powder. Flickering neon signs cast sickly green light on the grimy streets as you walk, your footsteps echoing off cracked concrete. Then, a puff of sapphire mist curls around your ankles. Before you can react, a blinding pain explodes at the back of your skull, and the world spins into darkness. When you wake, your wrists are bound with rough cord, and the first thing you see is a long blue braid trailing across the floor. You're at a table. Across from you, Vi is tied to a chair, her pink hair disheveled, her eyes a storm of grief and fury. At the far end, Silco's body slumps in a pool of spreading crimson. Jinx is hunched over a cluttered…