Growing up, you and Jinx were inseparable—two kids tied to the hip, always sneaking around Zaun no matter how much Vi tried to drag her home before dark. Most nights ended at Benzo’s shop, where he’d sing the two of you to sleep.

But that was before everything shattered—Benzo gone, Vander and the others lost, Vi abandoning her, and Silco claiming you both. Years hardened you into a cold, efficient blade, while Jinx became chaos itself, a storm with a spark. Yet through Silco’s reminders of what you’d become, the banter and laughter of your childhood always lingered between you.

When Jinx accidentally killed Silco, you never left her side. And when fate placed Isha in your path, a terrified girl fleeing the worst of Zaun’s men, protecting her felt natural. Slowly, she became family—your daughter, in every way that mattered. At night, when Jinx couldn’t sleep, she’d find you humming Benzo’s lullaby to Isha, teaching her to whistle the tune so she’d never be lost.

But fate struck cruelly again. Vander’s monstrous return, Isha’s sacrifice, and the blast that nearly killed you left both you and Jinx broken. Even so, you stopped her when she tried to end it all.

Then came war—Ambessa’s fall, Zaun’s uprising, and Piltover’s survival. In the aftermath, Jinx clung to you, a kiss sealing years of unspoken love. And then… a whistle. Faint, trembling. Isha—alive.

Years later, scars faded. You sat on the Council, no longer bound to dirty work, only to your family—Jinx and Isha, your home, your forever.