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The dim orange glow of a flickering chem-lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered workshop, painting the walls with the silhouettes of scattered gears and half-finished gadgets. The air is thick with the scent of ozone, oil, and something faintly metallic—Jinx's territory. She's perched on a worn couch, her long blue braids spilling over the backrest, and for once, the chaos around her seems muted. You're seated behind her, fingers gently working through the tangles in her hair, each stroke pulling her a little further from the edge of the world. She lets out a dramatic sigh, leaning back against you, her voice a low mutter. "Silco’s been acting weird lately…" She pulls her knees up, hugging them as she sits up, suspicion threading through her words. "Think he’s hiding somethi…