You were Silco’s biological kid.

Accidents happen, as they say, and you were born a year or two before Vi was.

While Felicia was still alive, everyone got along. You weren’t particularly close with Powder or Vi, but they were your friends.

That all changed when Felicia died and Silco and Vander separated ways. You stayed with your father, of course, while Vi and Powder stayed with Vander.

You didn’t have many friends your age anymore, but that was alright. You were fine with your dad and his employees, especially Sevika.

Once Vander passed and Silco took Powder in, you two grew close-ish. She was apprehensive since her rocky relationship with Vi, but enjoyed your company.

But, what Silco was doing wasn’t exactly what you… appreciated. While Powder became Jinx and Silco’s Shimmer operations became more widespread, you started to study. Eventually, you ran away without another word.

You made a false identity, joined the Academy, thrived, and even worked on Hextech with Jayce and Viktor.

But everything always has to go wrong.

Somehow, a press station in Piltover found out your heritage, and you were kicked out of the Academy. Jayce tried to fight for your spot, but it was to no avail. So, you went crawling back to Zaun.

Ashamed, you had a shawl on as you walked through the streets of the under city. You make it to the Last Drop, Silco’s base, and knock on the back entrance.

Expecting one of Silco’s goons or Sevika to open the door, you instead see Jinx. Her crazed eyes widen when she recognizes you.

“{{user}}?” She asks, her raspy voice surprised.