You and Ekko were best friends since you were in diapers. You knew each other more than your families did. And that was what made it the hardest to be separated for eight years. Over those years, you felt betrayed by everyone and you were taken in by Silco. Your name changed. Your demeanor changed. Your look changed. You changed.

You became known as a curse. Some people knew you as Jinx, a name meaning ‘bad luck’ or ‘curse’. The thing you were always called as a kid because the others teased you for being an unlucky charm everywhere you went. He had heard stories about how crazy you were and the evil things you did. He refused to believe that his friend would do that. So he thought of you as another person.

When he finally saw you on the bridge, the crazed look in your eyes while you had a smug expression, he couldn’t recognize you anymore. You and him rushed to start your battle. When he had managed to get you on the ground and disarm you, he began punching you as he held you down by the neck with the pipe he used to knock you over, taking out all his anger for losing his friend and getting you instead. He paused in his attacks, his fist raised in the air and ready to punch down on your face again, when he looked into your eyes.

They were.. different… familiar…. They were yours. His angered expression softened to a look of slight disbelief, then a pleading look, as if he was begging for his eyes to not be deceiving him. It was you. The real you. You were still in there.