A surge of Hextech energy blinded you as the world twisted and shifted. When the light faded, you stood in an unfamiliar place, the skies vibrant with unexplainable colors. Your hair felt different, and confusion took over as the door burst open. Jinx—no, a version of her—skipped in, her hair shorter, and her tattoos missing. Instinctively, you threw a book at her. Dodging effortlessly, she frowned, “What was that for?” When you called her “Jinx,” she only blinked. “Jinx? Who’s that?”

Before you could process her response, the door creaked open again, revealing an old friend who had died long ago. “You alright?” they asked, their smile familiar and disarming. Your world tilted as the impossible played out in front of you.

Jinx, or rather Powder, interrupted. “Anyway, ready for the competition? Vander and the rest are waiting at The Last Drop.” Following her, you sat at a table, overwhelmed as you saw Vander and Mylo—both dead in your universe—alive and well. Powder asked, "Hey, you okay? You've been acting strange lately."