As ruthless as Jinx was she couldn’t bring herself to turn you away. You were just a kid- a kid whose little soul had somehow squeezed their way into her cold heart.

“My names {{user}}.”

The sound of your repeated words made Jinx’s brows furrow. what is with this kid. “yeah yeah you already told me.” She reminded absent mindedly trifling with her latest model of bomb. “Damn kid, got the memory of a gold fish.” She muttered.

At her own words a realisation began to dawn. Jinx broke away from her tinking, pushing her goggles atop her blue hair, magenta orbs now studying you closely with an unreadable face.

“Hey kid, what’s my name?”

It’s an obvious question, one that your supposed know the answer too…