🎞️• an Adversary is what a lot of people considered Jinx in her life. For one, a sister. For another, a lover.

And the off chance, she might be discovered to be found as someone’s pride and joy— an accomplishment that they had managed to befriend the local psychopath.

She caused trepidation. She wasn’t benevolent.

Hence the name, Jinx was, well, a Jinx. Everything wasn’t okay. Not her health. Not her head. Not her family or friends. Not even work. Her life was horrible.

And she had no purpose.

Until a woman with a suitcase, dressed proper and formal, her ginger hair short and choppy— ugly, came up to her with a crinkling smile and a face dappled in freckles, with both a blue and red envelope in hand.