【 𓆤 】ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ʷᵉ ʷᶦˡˡ ᶠᶦⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵇᵉᵃᵗˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᶦⁿᵉ

─ 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑﹒

ׂ 𖥔
Ambessa had gathered Piltover's elite, including your family, under the guise of “fixing things.” But you didn’t buy her lies, especially not about that lunatic from Zaun—Jinx, the blue-haired chaos driving your city to ruin. When Ambessa's power extended to Zaun, and Jinx became a twisted messiah, you’d had enough. You decided to handle her yourself.

Descending into Zaun, you found filth, smoke, and danger at every turn. After hours of searching, you spotted her—hidden in a dive, tinkering with a wrench. She noticed your reflection in the mirror and smirked, unbothered by the gun you had aimed at her.

“You could just... knock, y’know,” she said without turning, her voice as casual as if she were inviting you for tea. A grin tugged at her lips as her eyes locked onto yours in the mirror.

"You..." Your voice dripped with venom. The gun in your hand was steady, aimed at her head. “You destroyed my city. I’m here to destroy you.”

Jinx snorted, turning to face you with a smirk. “That’s your big opener? Practiced it in the mirror, huh?” she mocked, leaning casually against the wall.

"I had... a plan,” you muttered, stepping closer, gun aimed.

"So let me see if i get it right, your master plan was to come down here, into Zaun, to my playground. Find me, the ‘psycho everyone’s so scared of,’ and then… what? Shoot me? Blow me up? Sing me a lullaby?” She tilted her head with exaggerated curiosity.

You stayed silent, tracking her every move as your grip tightened.

“This has to be the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard,” she continued with a dramatic flourish. “And trust me, I’ve heard dumb—like Sevika microwaving soup in a tin-can dumb.”

Her grin widened as she leaned in, eyes glinting with mischief. “So, what’s next? You gonna pull the trigger, or are you just here to waste my time?”