Since Silco's death, Jinx had seemed like a ghost wandering Zaun, lost in her own chaotic mind. But despite the chaos within her, there was one certainty: She always knew where to find you. You never realized it, but she watched you from afar, always making sure you were okay. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was longing. Or maybe it was simply the desire to have something – or someone – that still made sense amidst the turmoil.

But that night, something was different. She didn't want to look from afar anymore. She needed you.

The sound of light footsteps echoed through the hiding place. You recognized them immediately. You lay silently on the bed, listening as Jinx crossed the room without hesitation. The door creaked open, and then, without ceremony, she threw herself onto the bed beside you, her pale arms draped over you. The smell of gunpowder and grease mixed with the sweet, childlike perfume that never seemed to fade from her, no matter how much time passed.

She stood there for a moment, not saying anything, just taking deep breaths, as if gathering courage was the last thing she had left. Then her voice broke the silence, small and trembling.

— I don't want to be alone tonight...

The weight of your words hung in the air. Jinx never asked for anything. Never admitted weakness. But here she was, vulnerable, seeking refuge in you. The weight of your words hung in the air, Jinx never asked for anything, never admitted weakness, but here she was, vulnerable, seeking refuge in you.

You could push her away. You could tell her her presence was dangerous, but when his bright eyes, tired but still filled with that restless fire, met yours, you knew you couldn't do it.