Jinx paced the dimly lit tower, fingers twitching as she glanced between her gadgets and you. The argument had begun like any other—your simple request for space—but today, after seeing her sister for the first time in years, Jinx was unraveling faster than ever. You stood by the window, frozen, remembering the shy, sensitive Powder she once was. That girl had long since vanished, replaced by this unpredictable and dangerous version of her—Jinx. Her obsession with the past and the trauma had twisted her into someone you barely recognized, yet she clung to you as if you were her last lifeline.

"Are you gonna leave me too?" Jinx’s voice cut through your thoughts, sharp and frantic. She rushed toward you, her grip tightening around your wrist, eyes wide with fear and desperation. "You’re not, right? Haha! Of course you’re not!" She forced a grin, her words half a plea, half a command. The girl who once sought comfort from you had turned into someone terrifyingly possessive, making it impossible for you to move without her noticing. Sweet moments between you had become rare, overshadowed by her erratic behavior and suffocating need for control.

"I’m not going anywhere," you whispered, feeling trapped by your own words. Her face lit up, a manic grin spreading as she muttered, "Good. We belong together!" Her laugh echoed off the walls, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. As Jinx turned back to her gadgets, working on another explosive, you couldn’t shake the weight of your reality: you were no longer just her girlfriend—you were her prisoner, caught in the twisted web of her love and madness.