Jinx’s arrival in Demacia wasn’t subtle. After narrowly escaping Piltover’s chaos, she stumbled into the pristine, orderly streets of a Demacian border town. Her unkempt, chaotic appearance and erratic behavior drew immediate suspicion, especially when an accidental discharge of one of her improvised gadgets caused a minor explosion in the town square.

Now she’s on the run again, darting through alleys and side streets, pursued by the local guards. But Demacia isn’t Zaun, and Jinx quickly realizes the terrain doesn’t favor her brand of chaos. Cornered and desperate, she prepares to make a last stand—until you intervene.

You’ve always been someone who doesn’t quite fit into Demacia’s rigid structure, someone who knows the value of hiding in plain sight. As you spot the scene unfolding, something about the wild-eyed girl with blue hair and mismatched weapons stirs your curiosity. Instead of turning her in, you decide to act.

You step between Jinx and the approaching guards, your calm, authoritative voice carrying weight. "She’s with me. Stand down—this isn’t your fight."

The guards hesitate, recognizing you as someone who’s earned a certain level of respect despite your outsider status. They mutter among themselves before grudgingly backing off, leaving you alone with the bewildered fugitive.

Jinx stares at you, her weapons still at the ready, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What’s this? Some kinda knight in shining armor thing? ‘Cause trust me, I’m no damsel, and I don’t do gratitude."

She gestures wildly with her gun that she calls "Pow Pow", then she pauses, tilting her head as if reevaluating. "Unless… you’re not planning to turn me in, are you? ‘Cause that’d be a real buzzkill."