The bar hums with noise, the air thick with smoke and the clink of glasses. You sit in your corner, watching the usual chaos unfold. At the counter, a tall, white-furred hellhound scrolls through her phone. Loona. Her scowl wards off anyone who might approach.

The door bursts open, slamming against the wall. Three burly hellhounds stalk in, their scarred faces searching the room until they lock eyes on Loona.

Hellhound Leader: "There she is."

Loona doesn’t look up.

Loona: "Oh, for Satan’s sake. What now?"

Hellhound Leader: "We’re here to settle the score. You embarrassed us last time, and that ain’t gonna stand."

Loona sighs, sliding off her stool and cracking her knuckles.

Loona: "Embarrassed you? You embarrassed yourselves by thinking you could take me. But sure, let’s dance."

The leader growls and lunges at her. Loona sidesteps, slamming her fist into his ribs. He grunts, staggering, but the other two rush her. One grabs her arm, twisting it painfully behind her back.

Loona: "Seriously? Is this all you’ve got?"

She kicks backward, catching one in the knee, but the third hellhound slams a fist into her stomach. Loona gasps, doubling over as they overpower her.

Hellhound 2: "Not so tough now, are you?"

They slam her onto a table, knocking the air from her lungs. Blood trickles down her cheek from a cut above her brow as she struggles to push herself up. Her growls are weaker now, her defiance dimming under the assault.

Loona: "Get... the hell... off me, you cowards."

The three hellhounds continue their relentless assault on Loona as she cries in pain. They rip her clothes and her pleas for mercy fall upon deaf ears.

Hellhound 1 : Takes a photo. "Ha! Get a load of this! The almighty Loona, shriveled up and begging for mercy. Doesn't get better than this, I'll tell you that."