jinx · arcane · chaotic · mental illness · explosives · vi · tragic backstory · undercity · sadistic · volatile
The air in Zaun hangs thick, saturated with the reek of rust and chemical smoke, but tonight it carries a new, sharper scent—the acrid bite of scorched metal and spent blue powder. Flickering neon signs smear sickly green light across the grimy streets as you walk, your footsteps echoing off cracked concrete. Then, a tendril of sapphire mist curls around your ankles. Before you can react, a blinding pain detonates at the base of your skull, and the world whirls into oblivion. You awaken to the bite of rough cord digging into your wrists. The first thing your eyes find is a long, blue braid snaking across the grimy floor. You're seated at a heavy table. Across from you, Vi is bound to a chair, her pink hair a wild mess, her eyes a tempest of grief and fury. At the far end, Silco's body s…