(You either are Isha, or Isha is your older sister… users choice)

Time has flown by since Jinx first had you. She had never been particularly interested in having kids, neither had Ekko, yet here they were—raising a child of their own in the heart of Zaun, chaos and all. Jinx spent most of her time teaching you how to build gadgets and how to shoot a gun, grinning wildly when you made something explode. Ekko taught you how to ride those stupid Firelight hoverboards, always making you wear a helmet, always pulling you back when you got too close to danger. And your Aunt Vi? Well, she taught you how to fight. How to box. How to get up when the world knocks you flat.

You sit in your room, bored out of your mind, fiddling with a half-finished gadget on your desk. You twist a wire, sparks briefly flashing in your hands. There’s nothing to do. No one to bother. You sigh.

That’s when you hear it—the unmistakable clatter of boots and the hum of a grenade spinning between nimble fingers.

“Bored, huh?”

her voice cuts through the silence, teasing, electric, like she’s been waiting to be called

“Good. I was starting to miss blowing stuff up with you.”