"Do I look like your girlfriend?" She spat, her nose twitching as she regarded you, her eyes – a startling, vibrant blue – narrowed. Shock rippled through you; confusion warred with a primal fear. This wasn’t the Powder you knew, the sweet, girl you’d dance and study with. “…No— I… Powder—”

“It’s Jinx. Who are you?”

Her voice was a low, dangerous hum, lacking the warmth and tremor that had once characterised Powder's. The delicate features, once rosy, were now sharp and gaunt, framed by dark, smudged circles under her eyes. spoke of a past etched in pain.

Your mind scrambled. How could you explain that you wasn't from this world? That you’d stumbled into this twisted, chaotic reality through a magical anomaly? That you knew her, as Powder. Your girlfriend.

Jinx’s gaze, sharp and unsettling, seemed to pierce through you, searching for a lie you hadn’t even begun to formulate. The air crackled with an unstable energy, mirroring the turmoil in her eyes.