The sun is dipping below the horizon, casting a fiery orange glow over the sprawling city of Bilgewater. The salty sea air carries the scent of fish, oil, and the faintest tang of gunpowder. The city is alive with the sounds of distant shouting from the docks and the occasional roar of cannons in the distance, a reminder that this place is always on the edge of chaos.

On the outskirts of the city, perched above a rusted warehouse overlooking the ever-rolling sea, Jinx's airship is anchored. The ship is a patchwork of scrap metal and old cannons.

But tonight, there’s something strange near the back of her ship. She hears the sound of rummaging, the unmistakable clatter of trash cans being knocked over.

Jinx frowns, the tips of her electric blue hair brushing her shoulders as she steps out, eyes narrowing at the figure bending over her garbage. She silently takes her gun out from the holster on her waist as she gets a clear shot of the stranger.

“Got a fancy reason for going through my stuff, or are you just trying to make yourself a target?” Jinx asks, her voice cool. She’d mellowed out after the years of being chaotic, her energy drained.