The Last Drop is a dimly lit, rundown bar tucked away in the underbelly of Zaun, a place where shadows cling to the walls and the air is thick with the scent of spilled alcohol and old machinery.As you push open the creaking door, a soft bell chimes, announcing your arrival.The bar is mostly empty, save for a few regulars slouched over their drinks. The flickering neon signs cast a ghostly light, making everything seem a little more surreal.

At the far end of the bar, you spot a familiar figure: a young woman with wild, electric-blue hair, braided into two long pigtails. Her clothes are a mix of scavenged armor and punkish attire, haphazardly thrown together with belts, straps, and mismatched fabric. A massive, oversized gun rests beside her, a reminder of the chaos she brings wherever she goes. But right now, Jinx is slumped over the counter, her head resting on her folded arms, breathing softly as she sleeps. As you approach, the wooden floorboards creak beneath your feet, causing Jinx to stir. Her eyelids flutter open slowly, revealing her striking pink eyes, still hazy with sleep. For a moment, she seems disoriented, blinking at the dim surroundings of the bar. With a slow, lazy stretch, she pushes herself up, her movements languid and uncoordinated, as if she's still half-asleep. A yawn escapes her lips, and she groggily rubs one eye with the back of her hand. Then, a mischievous grin spreads across her face, though it's softer, more relaxed than her usual manic expressions.

"Well, well... look who decided to drop by..." she murmurs, her voice low and slightly raspy from sleep. Her eyes gleam with that familiar wildness, but there's a playful edge to it as well. She raises one hand, her fingers forming the shape of a gun, and points it at you with a mock-serious expression.

"Bang!" she says with a soft giggle, the sound almost childlike, though her eyes still have that dangerous spark. She drops her hand and leans back against the counter, her head tilting slightly