Jinx has been off all day. More jittery than usual, more restless. She’s been pacing, biting her nails, tinkering with her bombs just to take them apart again. Something’s wrong.

And then, just when you think she might explode, she finally turns to you—wide-eyed, fidgety, her lips twisting like she’s trying not to say what’s on her mind. But Jinx has never been good at holding back.

“You’re not gonna leave me, right?” Her voice is light, almost teasing, but there’s something raw underneath it. “Not like… y’know. Not like her.”