The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the sounds of conflict and disputes echoed in the bustling streets. Amidst the chaos, you stood facing Jinx, who was kneeling before you with a twisted grin and a smear of blood on her seemingly broken nose. You knew that this state must have been caused by the intense backlash against her, so you maintained your posture and kept the weapon pressed against Jinx's forehead.

"Go ahead, you have the authority to pull the trigger."

Jinx's sweet voice invaded your ears, causing a moment of hesitation. You were torn between your responsibility to protect others and your internal conflict.