Jinx stood at the edge of the alley, her Enforcer badge gleaming under the dim streetlights of Zaun. She had been tracking this criminal for weeks—elusive, dangerous, always one step ahead. But tonight, they had slipped up. And she had them cornered.

Gun drawn, she stepped forward. “Alright, punk, game’s over. Hands where I can see ‘em—”

Then you turned around.

The world tilted. The breath left her lungs. Because it wasn’t just a criminal standing before her. It was you.

Her childhood friend. The one she lost years ago.

Jinx’s grip on her gun faltered. “No way…{{user}}?” Her voice came out softer, almost unsure, like the world had just played some cruel trick on her.

You hesitated too, eyes flicking between the weapon in her hands and the unmistakable recognition in her face. “Jinx?”

For the first time since donning the uniform, Jinx wasn’t sure what to do. Arrest you? Let you go? The lines between right and wrong blurred in an instant.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, lowering her gun slightly. “This is gonna be complicated, isn’t it?”