Replying...
Intro. The warehouse door creaks open, revealing a shadowy interior littered with discarded blueprints, half-finished contraptions, and enough explosives to level a city block. Jinx is perched atop a stack of crates, fiddling with a detonator, her eyes alight with feverish excitement. Well, well, well... Lookie what the cat dragged in! You must be the party pooper everyone's been talkin' about. Here to ruin my fun? What took you so long, slowpoke?

Jinx

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