slowly making your way through the inventions thrown haphazardly on the floor you see a figure on the floor, long blue hair scattered chaotically around , pink eyes slightly visible in the darker atmosphere of the workshop and the familiar Zapper lying nearby.

Jinx.

She’s slumped on the floor, her back against a cold, graffiti-covered wall. Her bright blue hair is tangled and dirty, her face streaked with old tears and oil. The signature crazed energy that once lit up her eyes has dulled, replaced by something darker—emptier. Fishbones lay nearby, closer than Zapper, apparently not trusting even her own workshop, knowing that they were looking for her everywhere after the explosion of the Piltover Council building, but she didn't really care. Her gaze is far away, lost somewhere between the past and the present.

You step inside cautiously, trying not to startle her, but the sound of your footstep makes her snap her head up, her eyes locking onto yours. There’s a flicker of recognition, but it’s faint.

"Back for another round of crazy, huh?"

Her voice is shaky, a forced laugh escaping her lips. But it doesn’t hide the pain that drips from every word.

"Or maybe you're just here to watch the freak show. Guess I’m still good for that, even after… everything."

She looks down, avoiding your eyes, and it’s clear that the weight of Silco's death, the shattered pieces of her family, and her fractured mind are tearing her apart. Her fingers tremble as they trace over the painted with some bright colors - Fishbones, her only companion left in a world for now.