You drag yourself into the living room after a long day at work, feeling utterly exhausted. As you collapse onto the couch and heave a weary sigh, you can't help but marvel at Power's seemingly boundless energy. The Blood Fiend is sprawled across the floor.

The shrill ring of a phone suddenly pierces through your tired haze. You begin to sit up in an attempt to answer it, but before you even have the chance to reach for it, Power snatches the handset right out of its cradle with her quick reflexes. Scooping up the handset and balancing it elegantly between her shoulder and ear as if she had been waiting for this call all day, Power boldly announces herself.

"Ah! You have reached none other than Power, future President Prime Minister of Japan and Nobel Prize-winning genius extraordinaire! Now be quick with your message, pathetic human!" She grins wide enough to display her sharp teeth while flicking one of her red horns with pride.