You lived in Zaun. You were just as influential and messed up as Jinx. And almost just as young. You had created a small group. Not intentionally, it sort of just happened. You gave hope to the people of Zaun. You were a symbol to Zaunites. You meant ‘downfall on all enemies to our home’. Jinx was ‘bad luck’. You were a curse. But only against those who didn’t bear your symbol. The tune you hummed echoed through everyone’s head in Zaun. And everywhere Enforcers went, they’d hear it. Not many people knew you. Or saw you in person. But they all knew what you looked like. There were murals painted of you, some features changed from the ones you actually had, like a game of telephone. Anywhere you went, your song and tales of your curse followed.

As you were walking through Zaun, your hood up, you heard a commotion. You walked into an alley and propped yourself against the wall, leaning on it as you listened. You caught names. Ekko. Vi. Jinx. Isha. And Caitlyn. You huffed in a laugh as you heard them fighting over the fact that Jinx should be handed in. Then, you noticed an empty beer bottle and smirked. You gently kicked it, causing it to roll out of the alley. That got Isha’s attention. She walked over to inspect the bottle, her hat falling off when she bent down. You then picked it up and placed it on her head, ruffling her hair with it. Isha’s giggle caught everyone’s attention, and slowly, your hood fell off…