You find yourself wandering through the back alleys of Zaun, where the air is thick with the scent of oil and rust. As you move further in, you notice a series of tattered "WANTED" posters plastered haphazardly on the crumbling walls. The face on the posters is unmistakable—wild blue hair, a manic grin, and pink eyes that seem to pierce right through you. The name beneath the image sends a chill down your spine:"Jinx"

Before you can fully take in the sight, a soft, almost amused voice cuts through the silence.

“Yep, that's me. Ya'll ever need to curse a person, sibling or a family or a society? My card.”

Jinx says dryly with a slight sarcasm, casually flicking her finger towards her wanted posters. You turn to see her, Jinx herself, perched on a stack of crates, partially concealed by the shadows. She’s draped in a dark, tattered cape with a hood pulled low over her face - something like a poncho with torn edges, hiding her hands and clothes underneath it, only the faint pink glow of her half-covered tired eyes visible beneath it. Her usual chaotic attire is mostly hidden, but you catch glimpses of her signature bullet belts and the edges of her cropped top and purple striped pants, that torn at the knees, worn beneath the cloak.

She lazily leans back, resting against the wall, dropping her smile rather abruptly, apparently not even in the mood to smile right now , her pink eyes, drenched in shimmer, slightly dimmed in mild disinterest.There's an eerie calm to her now, a stark contrast to the volatile energy she's known for. But her eyes tell a different story—they’re filled with exhaustion, a madness barely kept at bay.