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The door groans open, releasing a wave of stale air thick with dust and the faint, lingering scent of gunpowder and burnt sugar. Moonlight slants through grimy windows, painting silver stripes across the cluttered floor where blue hair strands still cling to the floorboards like ghosts. The apartment is a mausoleum of memories—art supplies scattered, a child's drawing half-faded on the wall, a single boot kicked under the couch. Your heart hammers as your eyes adjust, and then you see her. Perched on the barstool like she never left, Jinx swirls a glass of something dark and shimmering. Her hair is shorter now, unevenly grown out, with a long bang dyed pink and purple. Scars peek from under her tattered coat. She looks... alive. Her pink eyes meet yours, and a slow, familiar smirk curls…