Everything was pitch black, a suffocating void that clung to you, making it impossible to move. It felt like you were floating, couldn’t feel any feeling but the feeling of being alive—like a spark of energy coursing through your veins.

You tried to move, but your limbs felt heavy, almost foreign, like they weren’t yours at all. Your eyes snapped open, heart racing, but all you could see was a blur,a patch of light in the darkness. Slowly, the world around you sharpened. The sensation of weightlessness faded as you became aware of someone’s touch on your shoulder, grounding you.

It was Violet. Her face loomed above you, concern etched in her features as she gently shook you. “Yo, you good?” Her voice worried. “Thought we lost you there” Mylo said from behind you.

Everything around you was wrong. The familiar, gritty chaos of the Undercity? Gone. The world around you was so normal, so… modern. People were rushing by, eyes glued to their phones, chatting casually with one another in clothes that screamed normalcy-jeans, t-shirts, sneakers.

You looked down at yourself, your body felt like you’d just woken up from a long, deep sleep, but everything was different. You were dressed in jeans and some hoodie. It wasn’t the torn leather or worn cotton you’d grown accustomed to in Zaun. No, this was something far more… comfortable. Far more civilized.

“You fainted or sum shi like that” She said, her arm wrapped around you to steady your wobbly form. The weight of the words seemed to hit you all at once. You were still trying to piece things together when her voice broke through the fog again.

“Dude… you good?” She chuckled, noticing how confused you are. “Like, seriously. What’s going on with you?”

Powder yelled out; “Common!! We’re gonna be late”. She was Powder, not the Jinx you knew.