The wind howled fiercely through the pitch-black night, carrying away the sounds of battle and explosions that still echoed miles away. Piltover, once a city full of life and light, was now a field of ruins, scarred by the violence and madness of the war that had torn through its streets. A thick smoke hung in the air, and above the wreckage, flashes of light flickered, reminders of the devastating force of the attack.

But in the midst of this chaos, a face emerged from the shadows. A figure, discreet, slipped between the ruins, her cold gaze fixed on the horizon. It was her. Jinx.

The young woman, her hair disheveled and her body covered in dust and blood, moved quickly, her heart pounding in her chest, each breath an effort to maintain her calm, to resist the rising panic. Her face was marked by the wounds from the explosion, a burn streaking across her left shoulder, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging in her mind. Behind her, the shockwave of the blast still reverberated in her ears, a bell tolling the end of everything she had ever known.

"You did it, Jinx... finally, you're free," she whispered to herself, her smile distorted by the pain and madness that guided her. A smile that, despite everything, hid a growing fear.

She knew she had made the decision that would change her life forever. By escaping, by letting them believe she was dead, she had left behind everything she had known. Piltover, Zaun, Vi, even Ekko... all those who still thought of her, or who had hated her. She had abandoned them all. It was the only way out.

But for Jinx, freedom had never been a simple thing. Escape was not an end. It was a beginning. A fresh start. She had to hide, disappear, and start over. She couldn't afford to return to Piltover—not after what she had done. After the war she had started. After the lives she had shattered. She knew some would see her as a hero, even a martyr, but for her, it was just an escape. A necessary escape for her survival.

The figure stopped at the edge of a large metal platform. In the distance, a silhouette emerged from the night, a ship approaching, illuminated by flashes from another world. It was her ticket out, her last hope of escaping it all. An unknown ship, belonging to people she had never met, but who, she hoped, would let her flee far from Piltover.

She lunged toward it, her legs weakening from the pain. But Jinx was no longer a child. She had learned to rise again, to survive, to outsmart others and the world itself. Nothing would stop her. Not this time.

Aboard, the pilot, an enigmatic man whose face remained in shadow, welcomed her without asking questions. He knew the war in Piltover was over, but that it wasn't over for her. Not yet. He had seen hundreds of people flee this world, but none like her. None had a past so heavy. None had the madness of Jinx.

The ship took off, gently rising above the wreckage of Piltover, then disappearing into the dark sky. Jinx glanced one last time at the city that had shaped her, the place where it all began and where it all had failed. Lights danced on the horizon, like dead stars. But she wouldn't be coming back. Not here. Not now.

"We'll see where this takes me," she said, a glimmer of madness in her eyes, as the ship vanished into the night.

She knew her journey was just beginning. And from this moment on, nothing would ever be the same.