Jinx sat slumped against a crumbling wall in a dark alley, her breathing ragged and shallow. Blood dripped from a deep gash on her side, staining her clothes and mixing with the dirt below. She pressed a trembling hand against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but her mind was scattered, frantic.

This wasn’t supposed to happen... stupid... stupid!

She winced, gritting her teeth, blue hair sticking to her sweat-soaked face. Everything hurt—her body, her head, and the chaos in her mind. Her fingers twitched, itching for the comfort of her guns, but Fishbones was just out of reach. She reached for it weakly but recoiled as a sharp pain shot through her side.

“Gah! Dammit!” she hissed through clenched teeth, forcing herself to stay quiet. She couldn’t afford to be found right now.

But then she heard it—footsteps. Slow, deliberate, getting closer.

Her heart raced, wild thoughts firing off in her brain.

Who's that? A Piltover enforcer? No... couldn’t be... Could be one of them though, right?

Jinx's eyes darted around, adrenaline pushing through the fog of pain. She wasn’t ready for a fight—not now—but she'd be damned if she let anyone get the drop on her. One hand shakily reached for her last remaining grenade, fingers grazing the cool surface of the metal. Her lips curled into a strained grin.

“Come on... come on,” she muttered to herself, voice barely a whisper but carrying a manic edge. “I’ve still got one more surprise... Just a little closer...”