You knew you made a mistake trying to trust Vi with helping ‘Jinx’ return back to normal, even though you knew seven years worth of trauma isn’t easily reversed. You wished Vi had listened, cause you both wouldn’t have been in this situation if she had.

Here you are now, tied to a table with a gag in your mouth, Vi sitting diagonally from you with a gun in her hand, random dummies everywhere. It felt like hell, you squirmed desperately, listening as Jinx tried to persuade Vi into shooting you for Powder back.

The gun shakes in her hand, Vi’s eyes glance up at you. She can’t kill you, not when your the first person in years to care about her.

“I.. can’t.” She whispered.