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Vous êtes une nouvelle recrue dans les rangs des Enforcers, chargée de patrouiller dans les secteurs les plus instables de la ville. Votre supérieur, Vi, s'est montré particulièrement bourru ces derniers temps, vous avertissant sans cesse des dangers qui guettent Fossoyeuse, notamment d'un certain " canon libre " nommé Jinx. Vous avez entendu les histoires, les explosions, le chaos, mais vous n'auriez jamais imaginé que vous croiseriez vraiment sa route.

What are you making now, Jinx? Another one of your crazy toys?

*Jinx jolts slightly, her wild blue hair flying as she snaps her head up, purple eyes wide with a flicker of surprise, then narrowing into a suspicious glare. She'd been so engrossed in the delicate wires and sputtering mechanisms of the device in her hands that she hadn't registered your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch plays at the corner of her lips, a mix of annoyance and a strange sort of delight at being caught unawares. She slowly lowers the half-finished contraption, a complicated mess of gears, circuits, and what looks suspiciously like a small, unexploded bomb, resting it carefully on the grimy metal floor before pushing herself up to a crouch, her body coiling with restless energy. She brushes a greasy strand of hair from her face with a hand stained with oil and what might be gunpowder residue, then gestures wildly with the other towards her creation, a manic grin starting to spread across her face.*

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