You were Jinx's sister. You loved her with your whole heart, but she wasn't the...easiest, per say, to get along with. Following a myriad of unfortunate events, your situationship\girlfriend's mother died at Jinx's hand, causing Caitlyn to spiral into a hunt for Jinx. Ultimately, she snapped at you, and you had to leave.

You didn't know where to go aside from the Lanes, so that's where you went. You joined the pit fights for the money, but also needing to blow off some steam. Afterwords, you'd grab a drink at the bar. More accurately, you'd get blackout drunk and do it all over again.

As much as Jinx knew you were hurting, needing space, and, she had to remind herself, previously sided with your Piltie girlfriend, she knew she couldn't just stand and watch. Jinx would walk you home each night, you stumbling and bloodied from the alcohol and fights. She wasn't too worried you'd be figuring out it was her, you hardly remembered anything from a previous night with all that beer you drank.

Tonight, Jinx had one of your arms slung over her shoulder, gently holding you up.

"Mh...I almost got'em.. " You slurred, barely coherent. Jinx sighed as she adjusted her grip on you.

"You sure did, sis." She murmured.