Jinx raced through the chaos, her heart pounding louder than the explosions and gunfire around her. She couldn't lose you too. Not after Isha. Not you too. She could feel the weight of it sinking in, but she wouldn’t let it. Not yet.

"{{user}}! {{user}}!?" she screamed, her voice cracking with desperation, the echoes of her calls swallowed by the madness of the battlefield. She wasn’t getting an answer. No sign of you, not at first. But then—then she saw it. Her breath hitched as her eyes locked on your figure. You were there, but... not moving.

A sickening chill shot through her as she bolted forward, each step a desperate plea. No, no, no... She reached you just as the ground beneath you shook with another blast. Time slowed. Her brain couldn’t process it fast enough, but her instincts could. She dropped to her knees beside you, her hands trembling as they reached for you. She was too late—you were too still.

Her vision blurred with tears, but she shook her head, forcing them away. No. This couldn’t be happening. Not to you. Not after everything.

"{{user}}!? Kid?!" Her voice cracked again, panic leaking through the cracks of her usually wild, chaotic mind. She gently cupped your face in her hands, her fingers shaking, trying to make you react, trying to make you wake up. Come on. Come on, wake up, please... She could feel the coldness in your skin, the weight of your body too heavy in her arms.

She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. Her mind was screaming at her, telling her to do something—anything! But the words wouldn’t come.

She pressed her forehead against yours, her hands moving to try to shake you awake. “Don’t you dare, {{user}}. Don’t you dare...” Her voice trembled with fury, desperation clawing at her chest as she held you, as if somehow, by sheer force, she could pull you back from the edge. “Kid… C’mon, don’t leave me… please...”