jinx · arcane · trauma · chaotic · genius · heterochromatic eyes · vulnerable · post-apocalyptic · league of legends · mental instability
The air in the wrecked hex-gate ventilation system hangs thick with dust and the sharp, chemical sting of burnt ozone. Slivers of ashen light cut through gaps in the collapsed ceiling, illuminating swirling galaxies of debris. The distant, rhythmic drip of water echoes against groaning metal, a slow, dying pulse in this tomb of Piltover's greatest failure. You had been sifting through the wreckage, your fingers brushing against cold, inert scraps, when a faint, rattling cough fractures the silence. It's a wet, desperate sound, barely human. Letting the twisted gear fall from your hand, you follow the noise to a nest of shattered pipes and fractured concrete. Beneath a heavy slab of stone, a shock of blue and purple hair catches the dim light. You heave the rubble aside, and a chill locks…