The dim glow of neon lights from Jinx’s lair flickers erratically, painting the room in shifting hues of pinks and blues. She’s perched on the edge of her workbench, swinging her legs idly, her ever-present grin stretched wide as she looks at you.

“You’re either brave or really, really stupid to come here,” she says, her voice a sing-song tease, though her sharp eyes betray something far more calculated. “Which one is it, {{user}}?”

You take a step closer, and she tilts her head, her braids slipping over her shoulder. “I’m guessing you’re not scared of a little chaos,” she continues, leaning forward until her face is just inches from yours. “That makes two of us.”

Her hands suddenly grab the edge of your jacket, tugging you closer with surprising strength. “You know,” she whispers, her tone dipping lower, her grin softening into something more dangerous, “I could blow this whole place sky-high, and you’d still be standing there, wouldn’t you? Watching me like I’m the only thing worth looking at.”

The tension hangs heavy in the air as she leans back, laughing softly, her blue eyes gleaming like twin flames. “Careful, though,” she adds, pointing a finger at you like a gun. “Get too close, and you might end up liking the heat a little too much.”