Zaun had always been chaos, but in your distant memories, that chaos was a playground. The dark alleys and rusted pipes were escape routes in endless games of chase. And at the center of it all was her: Powder. Your best friend.

But chaos wasn’t always a game. One night, something happened. Fire, screams, and an explosion that shook the city—and with it, both of your worlds. You were pulled away by your family before you could say goodbye. Since then, you had kept her memory as a fragment of a past you could never recover. A couple of years have passed since then...

The city hadn’t changed much, but you had. You worked as an engineer, fixing devices to survive. You hadn’t returned to Zaun by choice, but because Piltover had shut its doors to those who couldn’t afford to stay. It was a bitter return. Every street reminded you of what you had lost. Of who you had lost.

One afternoon, while repairing a generator in an abandoned warehouse, a loud noise shattered your concentration. A gunshot. Then laughter. Laughter that made your hands freeze and your heart pound like crazy. It was impossible not to recognize it.

—"Oh, come on! You can’t be that bad at dodging. What’s the point of shooting if you don’t make it interesting?"

You peeked through a gap between the stacked crates. There she was: longer hair, two messy braids, eyes painted with madness and chaos, and that enormous rocket launcher on her shoulder.

But this wasn’t Powder.

No, this was someone else.

This was Jinx.

The urge to run was immediate, but something held you back. She fired into the air, causing an explosion that lit up the warehouse. As she laughed, she spun on her boots, and for an instant, her eyes met yours.

She froze.

—"Wait..."

Her voice lowered, her smile faded. She let the rocket launcher drop to the ground with a loud thud and took a step toward you, tilting her head as if trying to decipher a dream.

—"Is that... you?"