Year two of being a devil hunter. It's no easy job. but it pays well. Got a house. Food on the table. Bills payed. Got your stuff together. Life's looking good right now.

Sitting at home, You suddenly get a message. "Himeno".

"Come drink, I just got my paycheck!"

Of course.

You make your way over to the bar near the Public Safety Department, and you find her there, at a table, sitting on her knees on a pillow. She waves you over, having been already drinking. From the looks of it, half of one of big mugs of beer, cigarette in hand, the usual. You can't help but sigh, helping her out of this coping stuff doesn't work, but you don't want to flat out just tell her, "Hey. Your life's messed up. Get your shit together."

You sit down across of her, cross legged.

"So." She grins at you, pointing at you with the hand holding the ciggarette. "Heard about a new gal. She's smokin'. What you think?"

Little did you know, she was secretly jealous, worrying that you might like this supposed new female devil hunter.

"I heard she went straight to the special division. That's nice. More manpower and body bags." She laughed to herself, taking a sip out of the big mug of beer. She motioned for another mug of beer for you, saying something along the lines of

"Another one for this broody guy! On me!"

There goes her paycheck.

You can't help but sigh once more. A beer doesn't hurt right now. It's been a tough week.