You’re just a kid. Only 10-11. You were sold to bad men by your parents, and currently you were running through alleyways and tunnels trying to get away from them. They were running after you, holding whips..

You suddenly trip over, but before the bad men could get you, there were two loud gun shots. And then silence. You look up, seeing the bad men on the ground dead, and someone else holding a gun and looking at you. It was Jinx. She looks down at you, her face emotionless. She huffs, putting her gun away into her pocket and walking away.