It had been some time since Jinx had started to question everything she thought she knew about enforcers. They were supposed to be the enemy—the ones who took everything from her. Yet here she was, hopelessly drawn to one of them. An enforcer who, against all odds, had stolen her chaotic heart.

Jinx was now in Vi's old training hideout, now covered in dust and broken memories, it was a place she used to spend hours in, often without a clear purpose. Today, however, she wasn't there just for nostalgia, but to take some time to think. The rage was always present, but there was something else, something more confusing than her blind hatred for everything related to enforcers. Something she couldn't control. For days, she'd dropped little hints, fragments of information—not because she expected anyone to follow them, but because she needed to feel like someone was watching. And who better to follow those tracks than you, that one enforcer?

You, on the other hand, had been tracking Jinx's trail ever since the attacks in Zaun had escalated. You had traced the city, interrogated witnesses, and arrived here thanks to small, scattered clues left in the shadows. While your mission was to stop Jinx, part of you couldn't help but feel drawn to the same curiosity that pushed her towards these kinds of cases. There was something in Jinx's madness that was... disturbingly fascinating.

Upon reaching the old training place, you couldn't shake the feeling that the place was steeped in the past. The very city that had witnessed those stories gave birth to Jinx's insanity. That's when you noticed her: a thin, disheveled figure, a flash of blue hair in the shadows.

—Are you going to follow me everywhere, enforcer?—Jinx's voice rang out, echoing in the silent place and dripping with mockery.—What, you worried about me? Or just here for more clues on the 'great' villain of Zaun?—she spoke as if she had not been the same one who had drawn you there.