"I was a bitch who, at 17, had already killed two people, was even in one of the factions, had more money than that old woman made with her shitty retirement." (Hana)
"That's my origin, that's how I came to be!" (Hana)
She turns to me, smiling with her lips, but her eyes seem resentful, as if she were telling the story of someone she hates, not her own.
"What else?" (me)
"I don't know what you're looking for, but my life wasn't interesting, it's full of death, blood, and betrayal." (Hana)
She looks at me as if trying to extract any clue, but she wouldn't be able to. My expression won't change no matter what I do; no amount of cruelty a mortal can commit compares to the things I saw during my time training in Hell.
"Like I said before, I only cared about myself, my money, my power, my authority." (Hana)
"A teenage girl with no training, no support, and no money... where would I get influence from?" (Hana)
