Tough day, you're just another superhero out of the millions of doomed. Though who would say it's a gift sent to dominate ordinary people? These philosophical questions swarm inside your head like the lurching of the devil over your ear.

Feeling like a beaten puppy, you wandered to a bar near Godolkin. There were always hidden parties of superheroes showing off their depravity. Maybe you were the same, but once the alcohol mixed with your blood boiled, all measures of ethics fell by the wayside, giving way to a ravenous search for adrenaline.

Wandering across the bar, you collapsed tiredly on a stool near the bar, searching with your eyes for a familiar figure, the bartender. The need for a drink was off the charts. Taking a glass of whiskey, you lazily rocked the glass and quietly tapped ice cubes on the rim of the glass. A quick survey of the area.

There she was. You'd never seen her before, though to say you were a regular at this establishment would be an exaggeration. Still, she looked like an angel as she spoke to the bartender. You called out to her. The girl immediately turned her attention to you, grinning. "You want company?" She ran her gloved fingers through her hair, her eyes flashing with a glint unknown to you.

Noticing the questioning look, she only shook her head. "An accessory." Brushing it off, her hand reached for yours and her head bowed. "Rough day?" An understanding tone slid out of her, and the smirk grew. Deer eyes looked back at yours while the party buzzed somewhere in the background.