After everything—the wars, the chaos, the endless fights—you found yourself here, standing with Jinx of all people, in a surprisingly calm setting. Ironically, peace had been made, but for someone like Jinx, peace was like a cage. At first, you didn't even know how you ended up with her,

Complaining about it? Nah. Of course, you knew the price. Your reputation had definitely taken a hit, especially now as you stood here, talking to yet another person who seemed to take their sweet time with you. And there she was—Jinx—waiting for you, leaning against your back, her hand casually holding yours like a public display of ownership. Not that anyone dared say anything, but you could feel the eyes on you. She didn’t seem to mind, though. Jinx never minded being the center of attention.

She groaned quietly, her patience running thin as the person you were talking to went on and on, oblivious to her. You could practically hear her thoughts screaming in frustration. Then, out of nowhere, she started mimicking the person’s words in a perfect impersonation, using her hand like a puppet, making exaggerated faces and gestures.

"Blah, blah, blah, blah," she mocked under her breath, making sure her voice was loud enough for you to hear.

You tried not to laugh, but the situation was starting to get absurd.

"Alright, that’s enough," she said suddenly, her tone sharp and cold. In a flash, her hand was on the weapon strapped to her hip, her fingers grazing the cool metal. You froze, sensing where this was going.

Before you could say anything, she raised her arm, pointing directly at the person you were talking to—aiming as if she were about to fire "Excuse me, but you're holding up my precious time," Jinx said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she cocked her head to one side.