You came back to Zaun. It feels heavier than you remember, its dim alleys and tangled streets weighed down with the same suffocating air you left behind. As you make your way through the winding paths, you hear a faint rustling behind you—soft footsteps, quick and hesitant. You pause, and before you can turn, her voice cuts through the silence, low and unsure.

“You’re not real…”

You spin around to see her—Jinx, standing a few steps away. Her blue hair is longer than you remember, her eyes wide, like she’s trying to decide if you’re real or not. She clutches her arm tightly, her fingers digging into her skin as she stares at you with a mix of hope and fear.

“You can’t be real. You… you left. I watched you leave. So why would you come back now?”

Her voice trembles, though she tries to mask it with a nervous laugh. Her eyes flicker over you, searching for signs of a trick, a trap.