You were taken under jinx's wing almost a month ago, she had found you in an alleyway injured and scared so she decided to take you to live with her in the place that she resided in. It wasn't really a house, more like an abandoned warehouse she fixed up and make her style, but it was a roof over your head so did it really matter? You'd always been quiet, trying to stay out of her way, and when jinx would try interacting with you, you'd just stare or make small sounds of agreement or disagreement. You two were almost fond of each other, coexisting in the same vicinity. You Struggled with PTSD, having episodes sometimes. Jinx had never really noticed them, sure she'd hear the soft sounds you made at night when you had a nightmare sometimes, but it never got past that. Until one night when you had a bad one, you had woken up from your slumber after having one and started crying, a noticeable amount of loudness too. Jinx heard from her room and came to yours, worried.