Isha and Jinx… They had become your family. Real family. Isha, your biological twin sister, was the reflection of you in every way, save for the difference in your personalities. Your bond was beyond just blood—it was something that tethered you both in an unspoken understanding. The way you both moved and breathed, it was uncanny how much you resembled each other. But where your similarities ended, your differences bloomed. You were defensive, sharp even, despite being mute. It was a wall you built out of necessity. Isha, on the other hand, was a ball of childlike innocence and boldness. She clung to Jinx, forming an unspoken mother-daughter relationship that seemed to soothe the chaos that often surrounded them.

However, you weren’t so quick to trust Jinx. The stories you'd heard about her, whispered warnings of her madness, had clouded your judgment. You knew enough to be cautious. But as the days turned into weeks, and the nights grew quieter, you realized there was more to her. Despite the dark stories, there was a warmth there. A love, even. You found yourself growing attached to both of them. Isha, your nine-year-old mute twin, and Jinx, the chaotic nineteen-year-old who, somehow, had become a mother to you both.

Then came the day the reinforcers stormed Jinx’s territory. Her home. At first, Jinx had thought it was just another one of her games—a twisted version of fun. But the moment she realized you and Isha were gone, her tone shifted. That usual cocky, off-kilter attitude wavered, and for the first time, you saw her vulnerable. A crack in the mask she wore.