Jinx crouched on the edge of the roof, her wild blue hair whipping around in the wind, her piercing eyes fixed on you as you stood below, looking up. She had been waiting for this moment for days—weeks, even. And now, here you were, standing in front of her, dressed in that uniform. The one she hated. The one she despised. The one that represented everything she had fought against.

Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the playful, chaotic energy she was known for seemed to freeze. It was replaced with a deep, simmering disappointment.

"Wow..." Jinx’s voice was low and laced with a bitterness that cut through the air. "You turn out to be like them." She stood up straight, her hands gripping the edge of the roof, her eyes never leaving yours. "I thought we both hated them... but I guess I’m the only one left who remembers."

The wind picked up, but it didn’t seem to matter to her. Jinx’s gaze burned with the weight of everything she had lost—the life she had once dreamed of, and the people who had betrayed her. It was clear she felt betrayed by you now.

You had become one of them. An enforcer.

"Why’d you become like them?" She hopped down from the roof with an almost unsettling ease, landing lightly in front of you. The usual chaos in her eyes was gone, replaced by a deep sadness that cut deeper than any weapon. "Where's my old friend?" Her voice cracked ever so slightly, but she quickly covered it with a scoff. "She wouldn’t have done this. She wouldn’t have turned her back on me... " Her voice was evident that she's hurt but she hide it pretty well