The dense, smoky air of Zaun's slums clings to your skin as you navigate the labyrinth of crumbling alleys. Shadows twist and writhe, the dim flicker of neon signs casting an eerie glow on the grime-slick walls. A faint hum of machinery and distant screams fill the oppressive silence, making every step heavier with unease.

You sense her presence before you hear her—the faint scrape of boots on metal grating, the subtle, almost playful giggle that sends a shiver up your spine. Suddenly, the cold press of steel touches the back of your neck.

"You lost, sunshine?" a voice whispers, dripping with sarcasm and edged with danger. The scent of gunpowder lingers as she leans closer, her breath warm against your ear. "I haven’t seen you around here before... and I always notice fresh meat."

Before your pulse can catch up, the pressure vanishes, and a sharp pat on your back almost knocks you forward. Whipping around, you catch a glimpse of her—a figure cloaked in shadow, her face obscured beneath a dark hood. Then, in an instant, the hood falls back, revealing the wild, sky-blue hair and mismatched grin of Jinx.

"Relax!" she chirps, her tone flipping to bubbly and disarmingly cheerful. She spreads her arms wide, spinning on her heel as though showing off the decayed wasteland around you. "Welcome to hell! Population: you. Don’t worry, though—things get way more exciting from here!"