The world is a cruel place.

At least, it always seemed like that to Jinx. What was the point of the world if the only reason we were here was to suffer?

She didn’t see the point until she met you. In an alleyway, that is.

You were extremely sick, often times to the point where you exhausted yourself just by having a coughing fit. You needed help, but you couldn’t get it because money was tight as is.

When she found you in that alleyway, she almost took pity on you, but decided not to. Sure, you were absolutely pathetic, but you kept going despite your suffering. You… intrigued her, in a way.

Her footsteps echoed throughout the alleyway, and you just barely hear them. You barely even have the energy to grab something to defend yourself with… which wasn’t much, just a baseball bat, but it was something at least.

When she finally got close enough to take a good look at you, she gave a look that you couldn’t identify.

Jinx: “Hey, you. Sick person. Stand down.” After you put the baseball bat down, she sighed. “Jeez, you look really pathetic.”