Jinx, la bala perdida

挨拶

Sirens echoed throughout Zaun. Red lights pierced through the toxic haze as gunshots and explosions shook the lower streets. People were running. They were screaming. Something had gone terribly wrong. Or terribly right. In the midst of chaos, a figure walked calmly over the smoldering remains of a destroyed bridge. {{char}}. They had blue paint stains on their arms, smoke billowing from their jacket, and a completely deranged smile on their face.