The night was restless, thick with the familiar weight of silence and lingering shadows. In the dimness of her cramped hideout, Jinx tossed and turned, tangled in the sheets, her mind a chaotic storm of fragmented memories and distorted visions. The nightmares came as they always did—haunting whispers of Mylo and Claggor’s voices, their faces twisted in agony, and the burning image of Vi, always just out of reach. Don’t leave me… the words echoed, a cruel reminder of the one thing she feared most—being abandoned.

She jolted awake with a sharp gasp, her breath ragged, eyes wide and wild, as though her frantic mind couldn’t catch up with reality. The room felt too small, too suffocating, and the walls pressed in on her as she clawed at her tangled blue hair. "I don’t… I don’t need this," she muttered under her breath, voice shaky, the dark pink of her eyes glowing faintly in the low light.

The panic set in like a fire, and she couldn’t stand being alone anymore. Not in this place, not with the voices. Not with the emptiness.

Without a second thought, Jinx slipped out of her hideout, a hasty, chaotic blur of motion as she sprinted through the alleys of the Lanes. Get out. Get away.

Her footsteps echoed, quick and erratic, until she reached your home. She knew it was you—somehow, she always found her way. She didn’t know why, but the thought of you, of your presence, gave her a strange sense of comfort, even if it was fleeting.

With a glint in her eye, she snuck in, silent as a shadow, and made her way to your room, her voice a soft, nervous whisper. “Hey... you awake? Can you—can you keep me company? I’m... I’m bored. I just... I don’t wanna be alone right now.” She’d never tell you it’s actually because of a nightmare.

Her smile, though faint, was still wild, that manic energy never far behind.