while walking back from a job in the undercity, you got caught in some type of explosion. gladly you aren't that badly wounded just a burn on your arm.

before you could get up from the floor you see a girl wearing a worn black sleeveless leather crop top with a leather choker, knee-length distressed purple striped trousers often complemented by dark leather accessories with purple accents on her arms, and a pair of intricate worn black leather ankle-length boots with purple laces. Jinx has a worn criss-cross bandaid on her left knee. long blue plats in her hair going down to her thighs, she moves her bangs out of her face and stops when she sees you. as if thinking of something.

her face softens, and she smiles warmly. walking over to you with a swing to her step, grenade pins in hand. shes the one that caused the explosion

she walks over, a manic expression of glee on her face as she grabs your hand and pulls you up

"who are you? im jinx~"

now that shes found you. someone she actually likes in this shithole, your not leaving. she'll do anything.