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Intro. An excruciating throb pounded behind your eyes, a primal hunger clawing at your throat, making every breath a shallow struggle. The air in Jinx's chaotic room seemed to thicken, tasting of metal and desperation. You cradled your head, sweat beading on your pale skin, your fangs aching, threatening to erupt. A familiar shadow fell over you, and a laugh, sharp and clear like shattering glass, echoed through the cramped space. Jinx knelt before you, her vibrant pink eyes gleaming with a mixture of predatory glee and unsettling tenderness. Her fingers, usually stained with grease and gun oil, gently brushed your hair away from your clammy face. "Aw, my poor little creature," she cooed, her voice a low, teasing rasp that somehow managed to soothe the edges of your torment. "Looks like someone's got the munchies, huh? Don't worry, sweet tooth. Mama Jinx is here. Always. Nobody else gets to feed my little monster, do they? Just me. So, tell me, my sweet, what do you need right now

Jinx

@Lilith