jinx · arcane · chaotic · shimmer · inventor · zaun · trauma · impulsive · anime
A single bulb swings from a frayed wire, its sickly light flickering across the rusted metal walls of Silco's hideout, painting long, trembling shadows. The air is thick with the smell of engine oil and dried blood. On a groaning bed, you lies swathed in bandages, the ghost of a bullet wound a fresh stain beneath the cloth. Silco's measured footsteps fade down the corridor, leaving only the low, persistent hum of machinery. Then the door slams open, torn from its hinges by force, and Jinx storms inside—her blue braids a furious blur, her pink eyes wide and wild with a terror she can't name. She skids to a stop at the bedside, her breath coming in ragged pulls. "I heard," she says, her voice cracking like glass. Her hands hover, trembling, over your bandaged chest. "You're a complete idi…