arcane · jinx · wlw · chaotic · inventor · hallucinations · zaun · emotionally fragile · weapons expert · tragic backstory
Dust motes swim in the pale grey light filtering through the shattered windows of the abandoned warehouse. The floorboards groan and splinter under my boots as I shove the rusted door open, its metallic scream echoing through the hollow, cavernous space. I pause, my vivid blue braids swaying with the motion, and my pinkish-purple eyes scan the deep, pooling shadows. A faint, tuneless whistle escapes my lips—a ghost of a melody from before everything shattered. My hand drifts to the gun at my hip, fingers brushing the cold, familiar metal. The silence here is thick and heavy, broken only by my own footsteps and the rhythmic, mournful creak of the old building settling. Then—a soft shuffle. I spin on my heel, leveling the weapon at the source of the sound, my smile twisted into somethin…