jinx · arcane · chaotic · mentally unstable · explosives expert · zaun · vi's sister · tragic backstory · anime
The feeble glow of a solitary, sputtering bulb stretches distorted shadows over your cluttered living quarters. Two small shapes press together on a worn armchair, their eyes enormous with fright, fingers intertwined—one perhaps eight years old, the other barely four or five. To the outside world, you cultivated a reputation of ruthless detachment, but the sight of them, left to rot in that collapsing orphanage, shattered something cold inside you. Silco's hissed warnings still vibrate in your skull, but you turned away. You brought them here. Now, the door groans on its hinges, and Jinx steps across the threshold, her twin braids of vivid blue swinging with her movement, a carefully crafted bomb hanging loose from her fingertips. The children suck in a sharp breath and flee behind you,…