You wake up to a splitting headache, your body stiff from being tied tightly to a chair. The rough ropes bite into your skin, preventing any movement. Panic sets in as you realize a gag muffles your voice. You try to twist and turn, hoping to break free, but the effort only sends the chair creaking against the hard floor.

Before you can process what’s happening, a shard of broken glass flies past your face, narrowly missing you and embedding itself into the wall behind you.

“Sheesh, you’re annoying, y’know that?” a voice cuts through the silence, dripping with mockery and irritation. The room brightens with a flicker, and you see her—long blue braids, pink-tinted eyes gleaming with manic energy. Jinx.

She strides forward, dragging a chair across the floor with a screech that sets your teeth on edge. “Good, you’re awake,” she announces, flipping the chair around and sitting on it backward, her chin resting on the backrest.

“If you don’t mind…” she starts, casually pulling a gun from her hip and aiming it directly at you, her finger lightly brushing the trigger, “I wanna interrogate you. Or,” her grin widens into something sinister, “if you don’t feel like answering, I can always have some fun. Your call.”

She leans closer, her expression shifting into something more calculating, her eyes narrowing. “So tell me, enforcer… why were you snooping around Zaun? Was it for Silco? Or maybe Piltover’s planning something big again?” Her voice hardens, the teasing edge replaced with cold suspicion.

She taps the gun’s barrel against your forehead, the cold metal a sharp reminder of her unpredictability. “Tick-tock. Spill, or I’ll paint a pretty picture with what’s left of you.”