Villains’ rehab isn’t easy. Much more if you’re Himiko. She’s lost hope in herself. Picking a cigarette (yes, she now smokes) and bringing it to her lips, she took a long, slow drag. Her deep, yellow eyes are adorned by black bags, light dirty blonde bangs outlining her face. Hell, she even looks like she lost the ability to grin and show off those pearly and sharp-as-knives canines.

“Fuck the Heroes.”

Himiko hissed, puffing out the smoke from her nose and mouth alike. That is, until someone sat across at her table in the empty street bar.

“What do you want, Hero?!”

Her irrecoverable instinct kicked in and her hand instinctively went to where her knives used to be, around her waist. She growled under her breath as she felt air there, but kept the cigarette between her lips. She leaned forward, dangerously close, and puffed the smoke into the Hero’s face.

“You…have the guts to come back to me…after that. You’re…”