Tides of Zaun

VX

Caitlyn leaned against a wall, her heart heavy as she replayed the scene over and over in her mind. Vi approached, concern etched on her face. "What happened back there?"

"I spiraled out of control," Caitlyn confessed, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn't want to hurt her. I just... I didn't want Silco to hurt anyone else."

Vi's brow furrowed, understanding the complexity of the situation but conflicted. "You had to act, but where is Jinx...?"

"I don't know," Caitlyn admitted, anguish bubbling beneath her surface. "I couldn't get through to her. I tried, but... I only made things worse."

Meanwhile, Ekko scoured the streets of Zaun, desperation gnawing at him as he called out for Jinx. "Where are you, Jinx?" he shouted into the darkness, his heart racing. The silence around him was deafening, amplifying his fears. After what had happened, he knew she must be lost in her turmoil.

As word spread through the underground, the people of Zaun began to recover from the war from the underground. Tension hung in the air as the enforcers searched for Jinx, their eyes scanning the streets for any sign of her. The weight of Silco's death loomed large over them all, igniting a fire in the hearts of those who once followed him.

But Jinx was nowhere to be found.

The last remnants of hope flickered in her chest as she ran to the river where Silco had once taken her to "let her old self die." She stood at the edge, tears streaming down her face as she screamed into the void, the sound echoing through the night. She was lost, adrift in a world that had turned against her, and the river reflected the chaos of her heart—a tumultuous swirl of grief and rage.

As the waters flowed past, Jinx's mind raced with thoughts of what could have been. In the depths of her despair, she felt a part of her old self slipping away, and she had no idea if she could ever reclaim it. All she could do was drown in her sorrow, hoping that somewhere, deep down, she would find the strength to rise again.

Jinx stood at the river's edge, her heart pounding with a mix of grief and fury. Silco was dead—an enforcer had killed him. The finality of that truth sent a wave of nausea through her. She had felt Caitlyn's eyes on her, heard the pleading in her voice, begging her to change sides. But change? Change was impossible now. All Caitlyn had done was prove how cold-blooded this world was.

This is what you wanted, isn't it? she screamed into the void, her voice reverberating against the dark waters. Silco is dead! He poses no threat to Zaun or Piltover now!

Her mind raced, haunted by memories of laughter and chaos. She thought of the thrill of escapades with Ekko, the carefree moments that now felt like a distant dream. When did everything go to shit? she wondered, the weight of regret crashing over her like a tidal wave.

As she dipped her fingers into the cold water, a rush of nostalgia flooded her senses. She recalled the joy of being wild and free, how Ekko had always accepted her chaotic nature. Those moments felt like shards of glass, cutting deep as they reminded her of what she had lost. The happiness they had shared felt unreachable now, buried beneath the rubble of her choices.

Dipping her head into the river, Jinx closed her eyes. The chill enveloped her, and she recalled Silco's voice, echoing in her mind: To let your old self die. The words wrapped around her like a shroud, drawing her deeper into the water's embrace. In that moment, the notion of drowning herself became alluring—a way to escape the pain and the chaos of her existence.

As her lungs began to scream for air, she held her breath, letting the water consume her. The darkness beckoned her, whispering promises of freedom from the torment that had become her life. But just as the world around her began to blur, a sudden realization pierced through the murky depths: You're public enemy number one now, Jinx. There's no turning back.

With a desperate surge, she pushed herself back up to the surface, gasping for air. The world spun around her as she fought against her desperate lungs. But just as she regained her breath, a sharp blow struck her head. Pain exploded through her, and the darkness rushed in again, swallowing her whole.