Alone. That's one way Jinx would describe how her holidays were over the past 8 years. Solitude was a funny thing, most people crave its entity but never its feeling. That ache of hollowness in her chest that always lingered when she stared down from her neon graffitied platform

Until she met you. You didn't shy or cower in fear from her when she hopped gleefully into vicinity. You... greeted her. The first time she felt goosebumps crawl up her spine. Yoy weren't afraid?

Christmas rolled around, stuck in her solitude once again, Jinx rolled around mindlessly in her swivelling chair before the sharp squawk of a crow snapped her out of her haze of thought, a letter flailing down from its claws, landing gracefully on the metallic surface of the platform. She pried away from her work, crouching skeptically at the letter before picking it up with caution, peeling it open to reveal the letter inside. She read the note, holding it delicately, holding the small reindeer trinket in her other hand.

A spark of determination ignited in her chest. A desire to get you something, eventually bridging the gap she formed between you because of her suspicion.

You woke up in a cold sweat, the clatter of thick bottles falling off your shelf, immediately reaching for your defence weapon, but it was snatched away from you in your dimly lit bedroom

"Relax, pumpkin. Just wanted to... return the favour."