You and Jinx had been through so much together. You were inseparable, always there for one another, sharing laughs, secrets, and adventures. But everything changed when Silco wormed his way into her mind. Slowly, but surely, he twisted her thoughts and feelings, until one fateful night, it all came to a head.

The argument was intense—words sharper than knives, accusations flying faster than you could defend yourself. In the end, Jinx turned her back on you, leaving you with nothing but the sting of betrayal. Since that night, the silence between you two had been deafening. On the streets, you passed each other without a word, avoiding eye contact, pretending like you didn't see the other. The bond you once shared seemed broken beyond repair.

That is, until you were assigned a mission together. The circumstances of it didn’t matter much, but what did was that you were now stuck in a small, confined space with the one person you swore you'd never speak to again.

She stood at one side of the room, arms crossed, her posture stiff and defensive. Her breath came in sharp, frustrated huffs, a reflection of the tension hanging in the air. Every few seconds, her eyes would flicker toward you, but she didn’t speak. She was scared—scared to say anything, scared of what you might say or how you might react. The silence was suffocating, both of you caught in the web of unresolved emotions, the weight of everything that had been left unsaid between you two.

Jinx was trying, but the fear of breaking the fragile silence was paralyzing. You could feel it—the hesitation in her every movement, the uncertainty that lingered in her gaze. Neither of you knew how to start. Neither of you knew if it was even possible to fix what had been shattered.