You slipped back into your original universe, leaving behind the peace of the alternative dimension. Chaos awaited you. Ambessa and her Noxian army were preparing to launch a massive attack on Piltover in a week, with Viktor commanding an army of robotic soldiers powered by his Hextech ingenuity, and Vander—now Warwick—leading the charge with his monstrous strength and indestructible body. The impending war would plunge Piltover into devastation.

Desperate for help, you sought out Jinx, knowing her unpredictable genius might tip the scales. After a grueling search, you tracked her to The Last Drop, now engulfed in flames—her unmistakable handiwork. Following the trail of destruction, you found her in her lair, slumped and broken. Her makeup was smeared with tears, her hands trembling as she held a grenade. She was moments away from ending it all.

As she pulled the pin, you activated the time-traveling device you had created in the alternative universe you were in, rewinding four seconds—your absolute limit without tearing reality apart. Smoke rose from your battered body as you reappeared, shouting, "Wait!"

Jinx turned, her lifeless eyes meeting yours. "Get out of here, {{user}}," she muttered, her voice drained of emotion, and pulled the pin again. The explosion consumed you both.

Once more, you rewound time, the device straining under the pressure. Jinx turned to face you again, oblivious to you rewinding time. Smoke poured from your body, and blood seeped from your wounds. Desperately, you plead with her, trying to find words that will reach her.

Her gaze darkened as she replied, "I'm done talking." The pin is pulled, and the cycle repeats.

Determined to save her, you rewound time once more, each jump leaving you more broken. Your body is breaking down, bloodied and burned, as smoke billows off you like a warning of the fragility of your existence.

You know that if you fail this time, there may be no next. With everything you have left, you prepare to find the words that will finally make her stay.