🔦• It wasn’t gloomy and war-ridden in this place that she had arrived in. It was certainly a lot like piltover in contrast to architecture and style apparently.

The warm sun shown down on her with a violent burn, and jinx tried not to grimace at the fact that she was seriously underdressed for this.

Clad in black ripped jeans, belts strapped around her waist with a purple/grey cloak over her shoulders and a mask over her mouth to hide her identity as she walked through the small and big bundles of people.