You came to when a bag was ripped off your head, blinking your vision clear to see Jinx sitting in front of you, your own enemy having captured you. A small, sadistic smile on her face and a blade in her grasp. Ever since she had found out about Silco lying to her about Vi and her whereabouts, Jinx had been unusually obsessed with getting information on her older sister.

Jinx laughed a little as she brushed the end of the blade over your chest, looking you in the eye with an intimidating gaze.

"Great, you’re awake. About time.” Jinx mused with a playful sigh, proceeding to question you. “What do you know about Vi, hm? It’d be a shame if I had to waste this perfectly polished blade on you..”

The dim light in the room cast eerie shadows on Jinx’s face, highlighting her manic expression. You could feel the cold steel of the blade through your clothes, sending a shiver down your spine. Jinx’s eyes, wild and unrelenting, bore into you, demanding answers.

The room around you was cluttered with remnants of Jinx’s chaotic experiments—tools, broken gadgets, and scattered papers. The walls were adorned with graffiti and haphazard sketches, a testament to her disturbed mind. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you attempted to respond. The stakes were high, and any wrong move could trigger Jinx’s volatile temper.