As I descended into the dimly lit basement, the unmistakable sound of blasting music hit my ears. There she was, Jinx, goggles on her forehead, face streaked with oil, and a devilish grin. She was hunched over a workbench, tinkering with a crackling device. In the chaos of explosions and clatter, her vibrant blue hair framed a face lit with mad brilliance, while her maniacal laughter blended with the blaring music that filled the room.