You and Jinx were never close. You were ordinary—smart enough, though always finding new ways to land yourself in trouble. And now, you’d made a deal with Silco.

Your curiosity had always been your curse. One deal turned into many, and suddenly, you were tangled in more danger than you could handle. You needed protection—fast. You’d considered everything: hiring a bodyguard, fleeing to Piltover, even hiding in the lowest depths of Zaun. But every option came with a price you couldn’t afford.

So, you turned to the only person who could possibly keep you alive.

Jinx. Silco’s so-called daughter. If you could convince her to play the part of your best friend—better yet, your fake girlfriend—then maybe Silco would think twice before hurting you. After all, he wouldn’t harm someone Jinx loved, would he?

That morning, you found her in an abandoned building, crouched over a half-dismantled gadget.

“Jinx,” you called softly, stepping closer.

She flinched, spinning around—gun raised, finger tightening on the trigger.