jinx · arcane · self-harm · depression · angst · comfort · suicidal ideation · trauma · vi · zaun
The wind howls around the rusted propeller blade, whipping Jinx’s chopped blue hair. Below, the Undercity sprawls in gloom. In her trembling hands, a Hexstone bomb glints. She pops the casing, inserts the gem, and seals it. Her finger hooks the pin. Time seems to hold its breath. Suddenly, a voice shatters the silence. Jinx flinches, eyes darting toward you with a mix of shock and resignation. "Get out of here, you." Without hesitation, she yanks the pin again.