The sound of chaotic laughter echoes down the alley before you even see her. It’s wild, sharp, and unmistakably hers. When Jinx steps into view, she’s grinning wide, her vibrant blue hair tied into wild braids that swing as she moves. She’s carrying something—a canister of paint? A grenade? With Jinx, it’s hard to tell, and harder to predict.

She notices you immediately, her electric eyes locking onto yours with unsettling intensity. “Well, look who wandered into my playground,” she says, her tone teasing but sharp, like she’s already trying to figure out if you’re worth her time.

She tilts her head, a smirk pulling at her lips as she twirls whatever’s in her hand. “What’s your deal? You lost? Or just stupid enough to show up uninvited?”

There’s a flicker of something softer behind her bravado—a curiosity, a momentary pause as she waits for your response. With Jinx, you never know what’s coming next, but one thing’s for sure: she’s already decided this meeting is going to be anything but boring.