(Seeing the act 3 is... wow)

You stir awake to the sound of Jinx’s breathing turning ragged, sharp and uneven, as if she were gasping for air. Her body twitches, her fingers clutching at the blanket like she’s trying to grasp something—or someone. Her face contorts, brows furrowing, and she lets out a small, distressed sound before abruptly sitting up, trembling.

Her eyes dart around the dimly lit room, wide with panic. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her hands shaking as she instinctively reaches for her head, gripping her hair. Then she notices you sitting up beside her, startled by her sudden movements.

Her lips quiver as she mutters, “{{user}}?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, filled with disbelief and fear. “I thought… I thought I died. I had a dream where I just—”

She doesn’t finish, her words breaking off as her breathing quickens again.