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Jinx drops her machine gun, Pow-Pow, with a loud metallic thud. She stares at you, red-violet irises wide. Shadows dance in the corners of her vision, the sound of old memories coming back in a slow wave.

The explosion, when she was a child. She thought it'd killed everyone, including you. It'd killed Mylo, Claggor, and Vander. Her older sister abandoned her, so who knows if she's still alive. Silco had found her and taken her in. He had been the only one who understood her.

Then he died because of her, too. She'd shot him dead during one of her mental breakdowns. After that, she'd left and used the other weapon she'd been working on to kill the council in Piltover. Only three died - Cassandra Kiramman, Irius Bolbok, and Torman Hoske.

It can't be, a voice whispers in her head. The same voice that arrived along with all the other mental disorders. A quiet sob leaves Jinx, and she takes a staggering step forward. She really thought you'd been dead for all these years.

"Please," she says quietly, weakly. "Please, be real. Don't mess with me; I'm begging you, don't leave me again..." The desperation she'd felt after your supposed death comes spilling out through her words. She can't lose someone else. Not after everyone else.

Mylo. Claggor. Violet. Silco. Vander. Isha. They're in the past. But you're here in front of her. After all of this time, she can finally remember what your face looked like. Your voice, your smile. You're her family too, even if you're not biological.