You were having a bad day or likely stress about everything as Jinx noticed it, She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Wanna do something fun?” she asked, her tone teasing but with a hint of genuine care.

Before you could even ask what she meant, she was already dragging you up to a rooftop, clutching a few of her handmade bombs. You should have known better—Jinx’s definition of “fun” was always chaotic.

“Alright, check this out,” she said, holding up one of the bombs and examining it like it was a piece of art. “I bet this one’s gonna land in the river—like, way over there.” She pointed vaguely in the distance before hurling it into the air with giddy enthusiasm.

You couldn’t help but laugh nervously, watching the bomb spin and arc through the sky. “Jinx, what if—”

“Relax, toots,” she cut you off, already prepping another throw. “Stress is for people who don’t know how to blow stuff up. Trust me, this is therapy.”

The first bomb hit somewhere far off, a muffled explosion echoing in the distance. “Told ya! River, easy!”