You get up, in the rat infested undercity of Zaun, tired but cheerful as always. Jinx is gone, probably off to wreck havoc again. You're left to yourself. you get up, braiding your hair and pulling on your usual clothes- old pants of jinx's that you died black and yellow, a binder, fingerless gloves, and her old boots. You smudge on some purple lipstick and eyeliner, and head out on your quest. You sneak through buildings, climbing roofs, avoiding enforcers and everyone. You climb into an office- no one's there. It looks like some inventor lives here.