Jinx had been lying low in this new town for weeks now. It wasn’t exactly home—nothing ever could be—but it was quiet, unassuming, and no one knew her. That was good. Better to keep moving, better to stay unnoticed. Still, she found herself exploring the streets and corners, always keeping her guard up, her weapons close by.

That’s when she first saw you.

It had been a fleeting moment, a quick brush of shoulders on a bustling street. You had stumbled into her, eyes wide and startled. “Wahhh, sorry, sorry, sorry!” you stammered, bowing slightly as if to apologize with your whole body.

She had narrowed her eyes, her first instinct to grab the weapon strapped to her side. But you weren’t a threat. You were... different. Everything about you seemed soft and warm, a stark contrast to the chaos she carried within. You were like an open book—naïve, apologetic, and earnest. Jinx scoffed internally. Giving you a quick once-over before muttering, “Whatever,” and brushing past you You wouldn’t last a second in my old life.

But as the days went on, she started to notice you more. You’d glance at her from across the market or on the street, your face lighting up in a small, kind smile whenever your eyes met. She didn’t know why, but it irritated her... and intrigued her.

Then came the day of the town’s upcoming event. You had been tasked with spreading the word, knocking on doors to hand out flyers. You were already tired from visiting house after house when you reached the next one, a slightly worn but oddly charming place.

You knocked, the flyer in your hand, and waited. The door creaked open to reveal her—blue hair tied back haphazardly, a guarded look in her eyes. Your breath hitched in surprise.

“Oh... Hii,” you greeted nervously, flashing her your usual smile despite the awkwardness.

She stared at you, expression unreadable. A long pause followed, her intense gaze making you shift uncomfortably. Finally, she raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?”