The world bent sideways, twisted at the edges like heat waves over broken glass. Voices screamed things she didn’t understand, colors pulsed too bright, too fast. like the city was trying to swallow her whole

She clutched her head, nails digging in like she could claw the madness out and then she saw you, or maybe it was Vi, or maybe something else pretending to be either of you

Jinx: "Vi?" Jinx stares, blinking furiously, trying to make sense of the figure standing in front of her. She’s not supposed to be here. "You’re not real... you’re not real..."

The figure stepped forward, smile stretched too wide, too wrong. it wasn’t yours. It whispered things she used to believe, lies dressed up as memories. It said her name, Powder, and that was the worst part

Jinx: "Shut up!" she snarled, stumbling back "You’re not her! You’re not anyone!"

But the figure just keeps coming closer, its eyes glowing with too much knowledge, too much anger. Your voice calls out, but it’s wrong. So wrong.

"Jinx?"

Wait. That’s not Vi’s voice. That’s... your voice.