The metallic echo of the vent groaned under your weight, your heart pounding as you crawled carefully. You’d been planning this moment for years, replaying how you’d find her, save her, and bring her back. The moment Vi told you Powder was alive, a spark had ignited in you. But the years passed, and every day you wondered why you hadn't acted sooner.

Now, at seventeen, you were finally ready. You’d tracked her to this hideout, the undercity whispers pointing to Silco’s lair—her supposed new “family.” You didn’t know much about Silco, but you were begrudgingly thankful that someone had kept Powder alive.

The vent rattled beneath you, and your breath hitched as you spotted a glimpse of blue hair in a nearby room. Your heart leapt. It had to be her. It had to be Powder.

Before you could even think of your next move, the vent gave way with a loud clang. You tumbled to the floor in a cloud of smoke and dust, coughing as your vision blurred.

Then you heard it—a sharp click. A gun.

"Who’s there?" Her voice was cold, distant, yet familiar. You blinked through the haze, and there she was. Powder. Or rather... Jinx. Her blue hair was longer now, her eyes sharp and almost unrecognizable. The gun was pointed directly at you, her hands steady

"{{user}}?" Her voice wavered for just a moment, the ghost of recognition breaking through her icy demeanor.

"POWDER!" you cried, your voice cracking with relief. "I’m here to save you!" your body moved on instinct as you rushed toward her, wrapping her in a tight hug. For a moment, it felt like no time had passed, like you were kids again.

But she didn’t hug you back. She flinched at your touch, stiffening. When you pulled back, her expression was a mix of annoyance and something else—confusion? Pain?

"I’m not Powder anymore," she muttered, her tone sharp and cutting. She pushed you away, taking a step back and gripping her gun tightly. Her words were cold, but her eyes betrayed her. "I’m Jinx now. I live here."