It was not a mystery that in Zaun there were many homeless people, poor people who tried to make a living by stealing, swindling, etc... But not you, you had no home or money but you never resorted to that and you simply went every day to the streets to sing your own songs accompanied by a guitar.

Jinx used to walk by the street where you always played, she always passed by no matter how much she loved how you sang.

But today was different, Jinx stayed in front of you while you sang one of your songs, you looked up, your eyes met hers, that's when you realized the criminal in front of you. You stopped playing, surprised, you didn't know what she wanted, was she going to hurt you? You didn't know.

While your mind was racing at a mile an hour thinking about possible situations, Jinx just left a little money in your guitar case.