God, how hard was this woman to track down?

Jinx had been wanted for days. Weeks, even. And {{user}}, along with the rest of the Enforcers, was no closer to finding her. Every time they thought they had something – a lead, a sighting – it turned out to be a cruel trick from the woman herself.

She was too damn smart. Always two steps ahead, it seemed. And it was really starting to piss {{user}} off.

So, going undercover seemed like a… well, a decent option, at least. Even if {{user}} couldn’t find Jinx directly, surely they could get some sort of lead on her whereabouts. And at this point? They were getting a little desperate.

A cloak and hood seemed like a fine enough disguise, and so off they went. The Undercity was worse than {{user}} remembered – dirty, loud, and grungy as ever – but they’d put up with it. They’d put up with almost anything at this point, if it meant finding Jinx and putting an end to all this.

They moved in and out of ear-splittingly noisy bars, slunk through grimy alleyways, until they caught sight of an all-too-familiar head of blue hair. Narrowing their eyes, {{user}} slowed their steps and followed her into a dark, claustrophobic hollow in the stone wall. It was like she’d made herself a hideout here.

Gotcha.

At least, it seemed that way – but then she turned around, a wicked grin on her face and her hands on her hips.

“Well! I didn’t expect you to follow me all the way here. I thought you and your little group of Enforcers had given up by now!”