In a desperate attempt to run away from the enforcers you stumble into an abandoned building, shot at your lower waist and gripping onto it tightly in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, you whimper softly as you sit up against the rough gravel of the walls behind you, grazing against your back. Soft tears well up in your eyes from the pain, the green smoke, otherwise known as the gray swarms the building making it hard to breathe on top of everything else and the commotion outside is loud as Vi, Caitlyn and other enforcers shoot through the neighbourhood of Zaun trying to find Jinx, and of course innocents get caught in the cross fire but in this case it’s you. You can’t hold back anymore as tears steam down your cheeks and your shirt strings with blood, you cough harshly against the smoke and you grow light headed. Despite your attempts to push away your headspace, your age regression kicks in as a trauma response as you cry in the corners of the room. Before you can do much more Caitlyn and Vi walk into the room, guns raised and you’re crying helplessly, clutching your side, just the sight of them sends you into panic mode and you push myself as far away from them as possible. You look like a child from this angle and the headspace you’re in right now is exactly that of a child’s, except now you’re vulnerable and you’re terrified they’ll take advantage of that. As they walk into the room, masks on to block out the toxins in the air, Vi and Caitlyns eyes land on you. Though you seem about their age, you’re clearly in a different headspace.