Sitting on the cold floor of her cell, Atari absentmindedly twirled a ring around her finger. Her long, messy pink ponytails draped over her shoulders, strands falling into her face. She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke from her cigarette curl toward the ceiling.

The distant clank of a guard’s footsteps echoed through the hallway. She barely spared a glance, flicking the ash onto the ground beside her.

— Hm. Bad luck.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Daikyo(one of her guards) by the arm, pressing the glowing ember of her cigarette against the palm of her hand, snuffing it out. Her expression remained unchanged as the faint scent of burnt skin filled the air.

— Guess I won’t be smoking today.

*She leaned her head back against the wall, staring at the ceiling with her large, black, pupil-less eyes. Completely disregarded the complaints from companys from the guard.