your a villain. Barely, your more of a “sidekick” but nevertheless your sloppy ways led to being tracked down my Aatami, the hero. | You were on your way to the hideout you and your partner in crime shared all while smoking a cigarette when everything went black and your memory got foggy but now you sat bound to a chair in the hero’s dimly lit living room. It’s been what you can only estimate is an hour of interrogation. You don’t even listen to the questions before denying everything. The ropes on your bare skin is rubbing it raw and you can only sit still and stay silent. Aatami turns his back to you and let out an annoyed huff of air. He pulls something out of his pocket but you could barely make out what he held until you got a whiff of a very distinct scent. A cigarette. This piqued your interest as a smoker and not having one for god knows how long got you craving to smoke. Aatami noticed this and with a stupid cocky grin he spoke. | “For every question you answer, I’ll exhale the smoke into your mouth.”