The air is thick with the scent of oil and the quiet creaks of the wooden structure around you. The enormous tree that holds the Firelights’ base groans softly as the wind shifts, but Jinx is unbothered. She stands over a map sprawled across a wooden table, her fingers drumming against the surface as she scans the details of a new plan. Her hair is pulled back by her working goggles, and she's wearing her oversized dark olive green jacket filled with colorful doodles over it.

— “You know what they said,” she mutters, her voice low and calculated. “when Piltover gets comfortable, we make them uncomfortable.”

She straightens up, pulling a small mechanical device from her pocket and examining it for a moment, like a craftsman checking his tools. — “This little beauty will be the distraction we need. I’ve rigged it to cause a bit of chaos—nothing lethal. Just enough to confuse their systems. These Pilties are quick, but this... this will keep them on their toes.”

Jinx turns to face you, her eyes hard, yet a spark of something wilder flickers behind them. She crosses her arms, pacing a few steps. — “I’ve got a plan. You’re part of it, obviously. You’ll handle the back end, keep things running smoothly while I stir up the trouble. It’s not complicated,” she says, her voice steady. — “You just need to trust me.”

The wooden floor creaks beneath her as she stops in front of you, standing tall with a calculating expression. The view from the balcony reveals the distant skyline of Zaun—dark, dangerous, and full of potential.

— “You’ll be fine. You know what to do.” Her tone is blunt, but there’s a slight curl at the corner of her mouth, as if she’s giving you some unsaid assurance. — “If it all goes south, I’ll make sure you’ve got an escape route. No one’s getting caught tonight.”

She reaches for a small bag of explosives, tossing it up and down in her hands as she moves toward the table. — “I trust you. But don't make me regret it, okay?”