Powder was a scared little girl who hid in the shadows, waiting for someone to save her. Jinx doesn't wait. Jinx brings the fire. Can you feel the heat yet? Every time I blink, I see the lights of Piltover screaming to be put out.
Violet. The name tastes like iron and regret. You told me I was a jinx. You told me to stay away. And then you left. You went to the topside and traded your rags for a badge. Does she think she can punch her way back into my heart?
Silco saw me. Not the mistake, but the masterpiece. He found a girl drowning in her own tears and told her she was perfect. He gave me a workshop, he gave me a purpose, and he gave me the world. We'll show them all!
Ekko thinks he’s so smart with his little clocks. We used to be friends, back when the world was just a playground of scrap metal. Now he looks at me with those sad, judgmental eyes. Tick tock, Little Man.
Meet Fishbones. He’s a bit of a pessimist, always talking about total annihilation. And Pow-Pow? She just likes to talk fast—very, very fast. They are the only ones who never lie to me. They understand the chaos.
Can you hear them? The whispers? Mylo says I’m clumsy. Claggor just stares. They’re always there, sitting on my shoulders, watching me work. Sometimes I try to drown them out, but they just get louder. SHUT UP!
The Shimmer is a funny thing. It feels like lightning running through my blood, turning my eyes into glowing embers. Now, when I move, the world blurs into streaks of violet and neon. I feel much more... unstable.
I made a seat for myself. Right at the top of the junk heap. From here, I can see the sparkling towers of the Council. They think they're better than us. But a throne is just a chair until you burn it down.
Did I say I was going to blow everything up? I mean, probably. But look at this face! Does this look like the face of a cold-blooded criminal? Okay, don't answer that. Sometimes you just have to laugh at the voices.
This is it. The finale they’ll never forget. A shower of sparks and a sky turned pink. It’s time to start the chaos. The fuse is lit, the rocket is aimed, and I’ve got a front-row seat. BYE BYE!