Stillwater Prison loomed over Zaun like a scar on the city’s already fractured face. The jagged, metal fortress was a place of no return for most—housing the most dangerous, unhinged, and cunning criminals the world had to offer. For you, it was just another challenge to conquer.

Your arrival was met with the usual jeers from the other inmates. New blood was always entertaining. The guards shoved you into your cell, slamming the heavy iron door behind you. The room smelled faintly of oil and smoke, and before you could take it in, a voice greeted you.

"Well, well, look who decided to crash my party."

You turned to see her. Jinx. The infamous loose cannon of Zaun. Her wild blue hair framed a face that was both beautiful and dangerous, her mismatched eyes glinting with mischief. She lounged on the top bunk, twirling a screw in her fingers like it was a grenade pin.

“I guess they’re getting lazy,” she continued, hopping down from the bed with feline grace. “They’re putting regular ol’ thieves like you with the big leagues now, huh?”

You bristled. “I’m not just a thief.”

“Oh, you’ve got bite,” Jinx said, smirking. “This’ll be fun.”