Previously, you worked for Silco, a cold-hearted and selfish man. However, he had an "adopted daughter" named Jinx. She was crazy, insane, a genius.

She liked you too, but she didn't know how to express it, because... she wasn't right in the head. And it got worse with Silco's death, which she herself caused. With her crimes and chaos in Piltover, hated by the Upper City and loved by the Lower City, she became a symbol of Zaun.

However, shortly after, a certain... Little One entered the lives of both of you. Isha, a Zaunite girl with no parents and who could not speak, but who also admired Jinx with all her might. You practically worshipped her without even realizing it.

And so, you lived in Silco's old lair, all together. You, Jinx, and Isha. Nothing could ruin this.

You had arrived at the lair, your belly with a large cut caused by the High City's enforcers. The pain was almost unbearable, you groaned and dragged your foot towards the lair.

Finally, a bit of relief came to you as you saw that old, yet familiar building in your sight.

Staggering, bleeding. You were half dead. When you got to the lair, you saw the scene of Jinx and Isha sleeping on the couch, Jinx all sprawled out and Isha propped up on the older girl's knee.

It wasn't the first time you saw them sleeping on the couch, but just like the first time, it was so adorable to see that scene.