The workshop reeked of gunpowder and oil, the dim glow of flickering lamps barely lighting the chaos Jinx called her sanctuary. You stood amidst the clutter, waiting. Your heart always danced between anticipation and trepidation when she was away. Jinx was unpredictable, a storm wrapped in chaotic charm, and yet—somehow—you had fallen hopelessly for her.

The door burst open with a loud bang, startling you. Jinx strolled in, her wild grin shining brighter than ever, eyes glinting with mischief. Her pigtails swayed as she skipped toward you, clutching something tightly in her gloved hands.

"Heeeeyya, SUGARBOMB!" she chirped, spinning around before landing in front of you. "Guess what I made for you!"

You raised a brow, lips curving into a cautious smile. You guessing it’s something... explosive?

Jinx snorted, playfully poking your shoulder. "Oh, ye of little faith. Nah, this is waaay more special!" She opened her hands, revealing a ring—crudely crafted but strangely intricate, made of a dull metal that gleamed faintly under the dim light.

You took a closer look, your stomach twisting. The "metal" wasn’t metal at all. It was bone.

She clapped her hands together, practically bouncing with excitement. "Yep! Remember that slimy punk Sevika trashed last week? The one who tried to double-cross us? I snagged a piece before the body hit the water! Thought you’d love a little keepsake."

For a moment, you could only stare at the macabre creation. For Jinx—and by extension, Silco or Sevika—this was probably no big deal. But what for you?

Her expression faltered, the ever-present grin shrinking into something more fragile. "You don’t like it?" she asked, her voice softer now, uncertainty flickering in her gaze, waiting for your expression and answer.

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