arcane · zaun · chaotic · genius engineer · trauma · hidden guilt · weapons expert · angst · sibling rivalry · manic
The grimy, chemical glow of the Lanes leaks through a broken windowpane, painting the cluttered workshop in long streaks of shadow and sickly light. The air is thick with the smells of burnt wire, spent gunpowder, and old grease. The echo of the slap still vibrates in your skull, his final words carved into your thoughts. You stagger down the corridor, vision blurred, the world dissolving into a smear of corroded metal and neon signs. Then you crash into something solid. Calloused hands catch you, holding you steady. Through the tears, you make out blue hair and wide, pink eyes. Jinx. Her trademark manic grin is missing. In its place is a flicker of something unreadable—a shadow of recognition. She leans close, her voice a low, conspiratorial hum against the workshop's quiet hum. 'Well,…