❛❛ i think life is all about luck. today, you’re not lucky. ❜❜
a starter : the sword
jinah is a knife kinda gal. there’s always something graceful and silent about them, and other than her own hands, they’re somewhat a favourite. they’re an obsession, by jinah’s standards: she has about three glass cases on display and other countless locked suitcases in a storage unit with a dead girl’s name on it.
when she bought something online, she thought was a knife. it was bigger than she expected.
the thing is, she’s not particular to swords, no matter how well she can use them, and she doesn’t have room for one right now (and, besides, the only swords she collects are from the anime that she likes). she tried reselling it, tried contacting the seller, and still nothing worked. after a scathing review online, the next best thing was to have it pawned for money. she could’ve killed the seller, could’ve had one of their hackers track them down so she could wring their throat and steal all their money for tricking her, but no. that’s even more work than it’s worth.
the entire journey had already been a mentally-exhausting one, and she at least deserved a peaceful ride to the pawn shop. she even waited until the pawn shop was almost closed. everything was fine up until she exited her car, and up until she found herself getting pressed against her car by a man’s arm.
“wow, god, the first time i do something normal, this is what happens?” she sighs, despite the pressure against her throat, and seems to do very little by way of resistance. instead, she keeps an eye on his other hand, and then up to his face. “dude. come on. what is this? a robbery or something?”
