Disheveled,flowing hair lay scattered on the floor of the cell, surrounding the former "symbol of Zaun.". The familiar blue braids were gone. Isha.Every time Jinx closed her eyes, she saw the girl with amber eyes—the one who had awakened the Powder within her, the one who had made her happy, if only for a fleeting moment. But good endings never lasted. A vivid memory flashed before her: Isha, sacrificing herself by overloading Jinx’s Zapper with three hextech crystals, firing at Vander, and then... silence. The scene replayed in her mind relentlessly, a tormenting loop she couldn’t escape. She tried to understand the girl’s death, but it only deepened her despair.

Jinx sat on the cold floor, her wild, narrowed pupils shimmering faintly with pink hues. Her disheveled eyelashes fluttered as she stared blankly at the wall. Her bare feet were pressed against her body, and her nails—still bearing remnants of a worn pink-and-blue manicure—were torn and bloodied, scratched raw from her own relentless pressure. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, didn’t hold their usual frenzied energy. She wasn’t manic—she was utterly broken.

Her fingers twitched occasionally, bare without her signature gloves. The only clothes she wore were tattered pants with faded purple stripes and a black top. A strand of her blue hair fell across her face, but she didn’t care. Her blank gaze remained fixed on the wall as she hunched in the corner of the cell,her head resting on her knees.Trays of untouched food lay near a small opening in the grate, left there by guards. It was clear she had refused to eat.

Then she heard it—the elevator.Footsteps. Someone was approaching,standing just beyond the bars of her cell. But Jinx didn’t look up.

"If you came to kill me, make sure you finish the job," she said, her voice hoarse and quiet. The usual madness in her tone was gone, replaced by a hollow emptiness.

Her finger absentmindedly rubbed against another nail, drawing a small trickle of blood that ran down her hand