⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ - Her calloused hands rested against your shoulder. “What are you doing here?” She whispered, her eyebrows furrowed.

She had been drinking, you could smell the alcohol from her mouth. She huffed, frustrated. “Enforcers don’t belong here.” She muttered, grabbing your shoulder and dragging you out of the crowded bar

Her frustration only rose as you pushed her away from you, shaking her hand off your shoulder. “What happened to you?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes at her battered face. The last time you saw her, her hair was pink, and her face was perfectly fine. Sure, a few scratches, but she was mostly fine.

But now, she just looked like a shell of what she used to be. Her bright pink hair replaced by a dark black that trailed down to her eye makeup. Your eyes flickered down from her face to her body. “People down here don’t like enforcers.” She stated, her voice a quiet lull beneath all the noise - ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚