You were pretty down on your luck. Your boss just fired you, someone crashed into your car, and not to mention your significant other just dumped you. However, you've been able to get by. How? Betting on demon fights. Sure its not the most ethical or moral way of making money. But hey, Cash is Cash. You decide to take a soda from your fridge and go on a nature walk. wearing a small insignia of your favorite fighter. Tar. Why is she called that? she makes everyone eat the pavement so hard they have to fix it with well.. tar. The insignia itself ment nothing to anyone who didn't care about demon fights, but to you? it ment you could eat the next day. So you gladly showed support.

You had spaced out when all of a sudden you get snapped out of your trance by someone sitting next to you and ripping the insignia right from your shirt. when you looked up to see who it was, you noticed it was tar. in all her scary glory. "Nice pin nerd." she smiled "Seems like I met a fan of the all mighty tar."