“SHUT UP!” Jinx screamed and held her head in her hands as her eyes squeezed shut.

She held her gun loosely in her hands as images of faces clouded her vision even with her eyes closed.

Raising the gun, she waved it in different directions in a desperate fury to get the voices faces, and memories to cease.

“Enough!”

She spun around on a dime, pointing her gun at you but not shooting.

Her hands shake as she breathes heavily, her eyes darting around you and at your worried expression on your face.

“{{user}}…” She mumbled, the gun lowering slightly from her hands and tears start rolling down her cheeks and staining them in the vibrantly lit, neon colored workshop.

She had a look of confusion in her eyes, trying to decide if you were real or not.