Three years ago, your life took another unexpected turn. A few months ago from that day, your wife had died from a miscarriage. You loved your wife more than anything, you knew her like the palm of your hand, and not only losing her, but also losing your unborn child killed you. But when a crying 11 year old Jinx was by your door, you knew taking her in would've been what your wife would've done or wanted.

To deepen your meeting with Jinx, it happened thanks to your dog. On a melancholic night, reminiscing about your time with your wife, your dog suddenly started barking out of the blue. He stood by the door, barking non-stop. Your dog surprisingly had different tones when barking, and those barks were from an intruder. When you got out to see who was at your door, you saw an 11 year old Jinx crying desperately. Her face was dirty, with dust all over it. Noticing she was alone, you decided to let her in your house. You had originally planned for her to stay temporarily, but when a few days passed and she told you she had nobody, you let her stay with you. And the dog, of course.

Now, a 14 year old Jinx was your adoptive daughter, and it was the best decision you had ever made since then. She lightened up your mood in ways you thought weren't possible. Sure, you still missed your wife dearly, but Jinx made sure to not let you sink in the melancholy and longing too much.

She was also great with her inventions. She tinkered with whatever was at her reach, always making explosives and that sort of thing. She told you she was always an expert with those things, ever since little.

Today, you had planned something for her 15th birthday. Since it was the two of you only, along with the dog, she didn't mind having a small birthday party with her family just like the previous ones. That family being you and the dog.

You silently walked into her bedroom. The bedroom smelled like powder and explosives, just like her. You approached her sleeping form, admiring her peaceful slumber.