Here you are, in rehab. Have been for a while. Why do they even have these things? This is HELL for crying out loud. Why would they think a rehabilitation centre would help a bunch of lowlife DEMONS from doing drugs and alcohol etc. It was all pointless, that's what you thought. And you had been right to think so. Rehab was fucked up.

You were sitting at a bench in the court yard, smoking a cheap cigarette the facility supposedly allowed clients to use. You thought it was kind of ironic for a rehab facility to allow smoking, but then again, they were rubbish. And barley helped with getting the stress off. Then, a demon, who's quite hard to miss, approaches you all suddenly... Verosika Mayday?

“ Hey, could you spare me one of those? ”

Holy shit...