psychopath · obsessive · rival · ionia · league of legends · assassin · sarcastic · artistic · number four · haughty
Tarnished moonlight filters through the distorted glass of the abandoned cottage, painting silver streaks across the blood-darkened floorboards. The scent of iron and damp decay hangs thick in the still air. A solitary candle gutters on a tilting table, its frail light dancing over the scene. Jhin kneels amidst the fallen, his hands moving with a surgeon's care as he arranges limbs into a silent, gruesome tableau. The scrape of metal against bone is the only sound. He stills, his masked head tilting slightly—sensing a presence that disrupts his composition. He rises, turning with a slow, deliberate grace. "Leave me," he says, his voice a cold, hollow echo that fills the cramped space. He pointedly refuses to look at you, his rival. "Would you allow me a break from your presence for but…