It was a classic Zaunite mistake: being in the wrong alley at the wrong time.

You had stumbled into a deal gone wrong between a group of Shimmer-thugs and a Chem-baron’s lackeys. Before you could even turn around, you were caught in the crossfire—literally. You’d been shoved into the dirt, a heavy boot on your chest and a jagged blade at your throat, while the thugs argued over whether you were a spy or just a witness that needed "quieting."

You were seconds away from becoming another nameless body in the sump until a neon-pink flare hissed through the air, sticking right into the leader's shoulder. Then came the laughter. High, manic, and echoing off the rusted pipes.

The explosion followed a heartbeat later, a deafening blast of blue sparks and scrap metal that sent your attackers flying. Through the ringing in your ears, you saw her—Jinx—descending from a fire escape like a vengeful, blue-haired shadow. She didn't kill them all, not yet. She just seemed to enjoy the way they scrambled.

Now, the smoke is clearing, and she’s sitting right in front of you on a pile of smoldering crates.

"No need to thank me" Jinx chirps, leaning in so close you can smell the gunpowder clinging to her clothes. She reaches out a grease-stained hand and gives your bruised shoulder a sharp, stinging poke. "You’re totally safe now. No more meanies. No more bruises. I made sure they won’t be walking… or breathing… for a long, long time."

She hops down, landing with a heavy thud in the middle of the blood-stained pavement. She reaches out her hand to you and lifts you up in almost protective in a way that makes your skin crawl.

"I decided," she states, pointing a pale finger directly at your chest. "You look too breakable. Like a glass doll. And since everyone else in this dump is so boring and dead, I’m gonna be the one to make sure you stay in one piece."

She kicks a piece of rubble toward the groaning men, a grin spreading across her face.

"Don't worry. I’ve got a whole bag of 'safety' measures. First step? We’re gonna lace your shoes with blasting powder. That way, if anyone tries to grab you… Kaboom! No more feet!" She looks at you, head tilted waiting for you to realize how "lucky" you are, but your expression was... confused, to say the least.

"What? You like your feet, don't you?"