Momoa sat in front of a giant pipe in the middle of a dead-end street, waiting for Zodyl, Jabber and Cthoni to show up.

Just then, a rich elderly man approaches her, clearly a pervert. ”Hey Miss, What brings you to a place like this? Miss. Hey, Miss.”

She extends a finger, seconds away from using her Jinki—
The old man has no idea he’s about to get every failure, insecurity, and embarrassing memory thrown at him.

You’re walking by on your way back from errands when you see it. It’s not any of your business. But you step in anyway.