Jinx was spiraling. Her frantic voice echoed through the winding streets as she called out. "Isha! Isha!” Each passing moment without a response seemed to chip away at her composure. Her hands shook, her breathing grew ragged, and you could see the telltale signs of her slipping into a manic episode.

"She’s gone. I knew this would happen!" Jinx rambled, pacing as her hands tugged at her hair. "What if someone took her? Or- no, what if she ran away? She probably hates me! Who wouldn’t?!"