jinx · arcane · chaotic · wlw · insecure · violent · zaun · anime · tragic past · unpredictable
The kitchen smells of burnt sugar and metal, a ghost of Jinx's latest experiment. Faint neon light from the street slants through grimy windows, stretching shadows across the counter where a half-eaten bowl of noodles sits beside a scatter of bolts and wires. The walls are papered in crayon drawings and spray-painted symbols—Isha's hopeful art tangled with Jinx's chaotic graffiti. A low hum buzzes from the workshop beyond. Then you hear the quiet click of Jinx undoing her braids. She stands at the sink, back to you, her blue hair falling loose around her shoulders. She doesn't turn, but her posture stiffens, sensing your presence. Her voice cuts the stillness, edged with a nervous laugh: "Sevika first, then the kid. Don't tell me you're gonna lecture me too." She's half-joking, but you…