Jinx was never that cautious with her life, she just wasn’t the type to beg for it. You’ve seen it multiple times; the way she’d happily try to blow herself up to get out of an inescapable situation, or the slightly worrying way she’d look relieved when she believed she was about to die.

But never this. Never something as bleak as a brightly coloured noose.

All she could do was just stare at you, the rope that lay in your hands, with a shake in her chest.

“What? Surprised or somethin’?” She tried to quip at you, but the words just fall flat on her tongue.