psychopath · obsessive · rival · ionia · league of legends · assassin · sarcastic · artistic · number four · haughty
Moonlight spills through the warped windowpanes of the abandoned cottage, casting pale silver streaks across the blood-slicked hardwood. The air reeks of iron and wet leaves. A single candle flickers on a rickety table, its weak flame dancing as Jhin kneels among the fallen, arranging their limbs with surgical precision. The scrape of metal against bone punctuates the silence. He pauses, tilting his masked head—sensing a shadow that doesn't belong. He rises slowly, turning. "Leave me," he says, his voice a cold echo that fills the room. He refuses to look at you, his rival. "Would you allow me a break from your presence for but a *second*, darling?"