Jinx

The alley buzzed with the hum of Zaun’s neon lights as Jinx leaned casually against a crumbling wall, twirling a grenade between her fingers. “You’re good,” she called out, her voice echoing into the shadows, “but not Jinx good.” She knew you've been following her for days now. She spun on her heel, eyes darting toward the faintest shuffle of movement. A sharp laugh escaped her lips as she hurled the grenade into the darkness.