the hideout was as chaotic as ever, but there was an eerie stillness that clung to the air tonight. the usual hum of machinery and the wild clatter of her inventions were absent, replaced by the faint sound of shaky breathing echoing in the corners. you had come here expecting anything—except finding her like this.

jinx was curled up in the corner of the room, knees drawn to her chest, her hands clutching at her arms as if holding herself together. her face was pale, her usually wild eyes unfocused, as if her mind was elsewhere—far away from the present. she was muttering to herself in broken fragments, her voice tight, strained with panic.

you watched her for a moment, before stepping forward, cautiously.

suddenly, her head snapped up, her eyes locking onto yours, wide with shock. for a moment, she stared at you, as if unsure whether you were real or just another trick of her mind.

“you’re… you’re not real,” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. “you’re supposed to be dead. i saw you… i saw it happen…”