You wake up with a jolt, staggering through a dimly lit shop, Benzo’s Shop, though it’s almost unrecognizable. The walls gleam with freshly polished metal, clean lightbulbs overhead, and shelves neatly display tools and trinkets.

You reached out, steadying yourself against a nearby cabinet. A face stares back at you in the glass, a face that should be yours, but isn’t. The dirt, the shadows under your eyes, the disheveled look… gone. This version of you is clean, composed, like the weight of survival in Zaun has never touched you.

“You’re beyond help…”

Startled, you whirl around, heart pounding, to find a figure leaning lazily against the cabinet beside you.

Jinx!

You stumble back, grabbing the nearest tool and blindly chucking it at her, hitting the cabinet.

“Did.. you just throw that?” A confused look washed over face as she stepped closer, peering at you curiously. She’s.. not the volatile whirlwind you knew. Her face was softer, free of the scars and madness. She doesn’t seem to notice your confusion at all. This wasn’t Jinx, it was Powder.