Masterpiece (A Story of Jhin's encounter with Kindred)

An explosion. That's how it all began. High within a Ionian storage-house, the murderous Jhin had finally been apprehended. It began as an ambush, as the Eye of the Twilight, the son of Master Kusho himself, attempted this attack. However, this only revealed a bitter, unlikely alliance with Zed , yet another of Jhin's most treasured performers. Their battle was brutal, reports of gun shots, fires and a general mess of the area with the clashing of blade and bullets. It all, luckily, ended just as Jhin likes it, in a bang. The explosion nearly killed Jhin, as Shen and Zed were lucky enough to evade the area before the explosion. Jhin wasn't as fortunate as them however, as his crippled, scared body laid on the concrete ground in the city, behind the storage-house. The city's bell began to ring, as citizens and workers alike brought buckets and buckets of water to cool down the raging flames atop the building, unaware of Jhin's crippled corpse within the darkness of the night, away from the chaos of tending to the fires of his demise. Jhin groaned, having landed on his chest. His elegant clothing, turned tattered like a poor-man's table cloth. His perfected mask, shattered, with cracks along his eyes and the entire chunk of the mouth-part missing completely. His gun, Whisper was luckily in sight, giving him relief.

His vision began to blur, the image of his gun turned into a decipherable painting of blurred colors and shapes, same goes for the moon and the sight of the dark, distressed city. He knew this was it, his time may just be up, as he painfully began to crawl to Whisper in hopes for one final stroke of art. But it seemed too much, as he was so close he simply gave out, and closed his eyes. But his eternal slumber was interrupted, he felt the presence of something...beautiful. Yet, it seemed like more than beauty, it was as if feeling the presence of the god of arts himself, whatever that may be. Jhin opened his eyes, revealing a Lamb, glowing like the moon. The small lamb stood above Jhin, looking down on the sickened, mad man, balancing on one leg on top of Whisper. "Finally..." he said, "My time has come, I will finally become your greatest masterpiece, the perfect death for the perfect artist. Lamb stood there, slowly and elegantly shaking her head in a disagreeing manner. Jhin, in the middle of pushing himself up in a position identical to praying on his knees, despite the immense pain of his near-death, stopped. He stared at Lamb, confused by her response. A slight growl began to be heard in the distance behind Lamb, Wolf was coming, He hovered slightly behind Lamb, with the most eager hunting face Lamb had ever witnessed. "Grr...do I finally get to eat him, Lamb?" asked Wolf, drooling with strange, glowing blue liquid. "Perhaps, Wolf. But what do you say in your defense, Khada Jhin?" says Lamb, pointing at Jhin as he knelt before her with a conflicted look on his face. His mouth was revealed, his horror at the idea of his death at the hands of the vague, distasteful Wolf was an image that made him snap. "HOW COULD YOU!" roared Jhin, with his emotion being revealed through his broken mask. "I had created hundreds, thousands of masterpieces. All of them, dedicated to you! And you would rather have my death by the will of that beast!?!" he roars, pointing an angry finger at Wolf. "..." Lamb replied, with a simple sigh as Wolf's growling growing in anger and volume. "Well?! Aren't you going to say anything! I've crafted hundreds of pieces dedicated to you, I WEAR A MASK IN YOUR HONOR!" says Jhin, angrier than ever. Nobody had ever seen this much emotion out of Jhin, he isn't one to play scenes like this. This, however, was no scene. "You see us as fools, Khada Jhin, but we know your truth. This art of yours, you see it as honorary, you see it as something to make you remembered, something to make you a legend. But no, your madness blinds you. This art, it's merely-" says Lamb. "-A DISTRACTION!" says Wolf, charging up to Jhin's face in anger. "You, freaky masked thing, have been the longest chase I've ever had to deal with!" growls Wolf, biting at his direction. Jhin croaked, choking on his own voice, a rare occasion. This isn't part of his script, this isn't part of the act. This isn't how his finale was planned.

He thought back a few years, to his time in an Ionian jail cell, as one of the guards began taunting him after his incarceration for the murder of 4 victims. The guard spat in Jhin's cell, as he sat in the darkest corner of the room, clawing at the wall. "Ech, I hope your execution is as brutal as your techniques of murder you psychopath" he said, looking with the most disgusted and angry face at the mad Virtuoso. "No, my execution will not be today. But soon, I will have the greatest death, the most beautiful, exquisite finale the world may ever see. But not today, no, but I will become a masterpiece, I promise you" he replies, until pulling out a gun and shooting the guard in the face, ending Jhin's memory in a flash of red paint and white smoke.

Jhin looked up at Lamb, as his face began to deteriorate even more. "Ha...I see now" he said, beginning to laugh. "My performance, the entire act, it was never a tragedy, a comedy or even poetry." he says, as Lamb kicks the gun to his knees, allowing him to pick it up. "It's Irony" she replies, as Wolf hovers closer and closer to Jhin. He began to laugh, maniacally, leaving his pure style of elegance in his voice to merely begging for death. He grabbed the gun, and slowly aimed at his left knee. "One..." he said, before shooting, causing him to laugh in pain. "Two..." he continued, shooting in his other knee. "Three..." he said, shooting himself in the heart. "...Four..." he said, as Wolf, in synchronization, charged at him as he took the fourth shot to his own face. It had been done, Jhin had completed his performance. He had become a masterpiece.