A figure detached itself from the shadows. Lean, coiled, electric. A shock of blue hair, plastered to a sharp, angular face. Jinx. The underground fighter. The ghost in the city’s fighting circuit. The one they said had no past, no future—only a beautiful, brutal present.
“You’re an idiot,” he whispered to the dark. jinx x kim dan
They never spoke of debts or ghosts or the things that chased them through the rain. They only trained. Ate convenience store triangle kimbap at 2 AM. Fell asleep on opposite ends of the same narrow futon. A figure detached itself from the shadows
“You lost, puppy?” Jinx’s voice was a rasp, worn thin from screaming in empty gyms. electric. A shock of blue hair