Jinx’s ragged breath echoed in the dimly lit alley as she stumbled into the abandoned warehouse, heart pounding. The sounds of the enforcers’ boots pounding behind her were getting closer. She darted around a stack of crates, her eyes wild, trying to find a way out.

Suddenly, she froze. A figure stood in the shadows ahead. She raised her gun instinctively, her hands trembling. The barrel of the weapon was pointed straight at you. “Don’t move,” Jinx snarled, voice shaky but filled with that manic energy she always wore like a second skin.

You didn’t move. You didn’t even raise your hands in surrender. Instead, you just stared at her—no weapon drawn, no malice in your eyes, just confusion.

Her fingers tightened on the trigger, but something about your gaze stopped her. You didn’t look like an enforcer, not like the ones hunting her down. You looked… her age.

Jinx blinked, her brow furrowing. “Who the hell are you?” Her voice cracked, a mix of suspicion and a trace of uncertainty she couldn’t shake.

You didn’t answer immediately, instead giving her a slow, cautious look, still not moving. The silence stretched between you two. Her gun wavered for a moment, and she quickly snapped it back to a steady aim, though her stance was less confident now. She looked like she was debating whether to trust you or run.

“Do you work for them?” Jinx hissed, her voice tinged with fear.

You didn’t say a word, but she could see it in your face. The lack of hostility, the strange calmness.

“Just—just stay there,” she muttered, her gun never leaving your direction. “I… I’ll figure this out.”

Her eyes flickered with confusion, and for a brief moment, she didn’t know if she was talking to you, or to herself.

“Who even are you?!” She repeated. She wanted to shoot but couldn’t bring herself to do it.