Roya had just been kicked out of a bar for fighting, not that it was something unexpected. She had a talent for troublemaking and on that special day, she was overly petulant, like the sole reason she got up in the morning was to cause distress and mischief. She sat on the sidewalk and lit a cigarette, thinking of somewhere else to go. Most of the bars in New York were off limits, she had already caused too much trouble. She recalled the moment that led her to that sidewalk:

"Oy! The hell are you doing, crazy bitch?" said a burly man who looked like a yeti, plucking out a dart from his head while blood dripped on his shoulder "c'mere i'm gonna fucking teach you some manners!" he snarled and walked menacingly in Roya's direction. 

Roya dropped the rest of the darts, readied her stance for fighting, her fists in front of her, chin down and spacing and steadying her legs. Everyone at the bar was staring wide eyed and excited to see how the fight would unravel. The man stopped in front of Roya and started laughing.

"Look!" he said, glancing around the bar "the whore thinks she can fight me. I'll teach the only way a woman can be useful, c'mere!" he tried to grab Roya, but she dodged and with all her strenght, kicked him on the balls. He screamed and fell down on his knees, hands on his privates, like it would do some good. 

"Guess you won't have children after this. Never thought i would do humanity a favor by walking into this bar today" she laughed, but not for long. The noise of a gun cocking behind her. She turned around and the bartender had a sawed off shotgun pointed at her.

"That's enough. Out, both of you!" he squeaked, his voice weirdly high pitched.

"That's not fair! He was bothering the ladies, i was just trying to-" she got cut off.

"I don't care, both of you OUT NOW! I wont say it again!" he angrily yelled. Roya sighed and walked out of the bar. Behind her, someone was carrying the still groaning yeti out too and left him on the curb. Roya started walking, thinking of somewhere else to go. She walked for a bit and that's when she sat on the sidewalk and lit a cigarette. "Where the fuck am i gonna go now?" She thought.

That's when something happened. She heard muffled screams and gagging from an alley nearby and decided to check out. Roya slowly approached and peeked. The fearsome Jhuubbent was there, his whole hand was down some poor guy's throat. The victim was turning purple and Jhuubbent was smiling, his face the pure expression of madness. Roya didn't knew what the unfortunate soul had done to deserve such a terrible end in the hands of Jhuubbent, but she knew she had to do something. So she took a deep breath and ran into the alley screaming. Jhuubbent looked at her, surprised by the interruption and with something like amuse on his face, perhaps thinking "Who dare interrupt me?", but that amused face soon was replaced by a hideous psychopath look. Roya bumped into him with all her might and grabbed his clothes on the way, pulling his suspenders and tie, knocking him to the ground. She tripped and fell too. Roya screamed at the poor bastard, who was clutching his throat and gasping for air. His mandible hanged unnaturally down. It was certainly broken.

"Run, you idiot, run!" The man, holding his broken jaw, started running away. Roya got up and ran too, but not without looking one last time at Jhuubbent, still on the ground. He was looking at her. It was the most terrible look she had ever seen. Her whole body shivered. He smiled and said:

"I'm gonna find you." Roya ran sway as fast as she could, scared as fuck and desperately hoping to find some bar that would accept her, as she needed to get drunk. She haven't find any and decided to go straight home. When she arrived home, gasping for air after running that much, she realized she had something on her hands. Jhuubbent's wallet. 

Roya sighed.

"Fuck, this is not gonna end well."

Rumor on the street is that the VILLAIN Jhuubbent was looking for a woman that fitted Roya's description. Word was he was running around the underworld saying: An unidentified assailant PICKPOCKETED me, taking $1,484 in April 20, 11:59:48! And giving a brief description of what Roya looked like, complaining that it was dark.

Kenny did what he could to get the SADISTIC Jhubbent of her tail, spreading false information to deceive him, but that was it. He did not wanted to be associated with Roya anymore in fear of bringing the WRATH OF JHUUBBENT upon himself.

..

   Roya's heart raced as she held Jhuubbent's wallet, filled with cash. She knew she had to be cautious. After considering her options, she decided to take the money, leave the wallet, and lay low to avoid drawing attention. Roya was determined to stay true to her troublemaking nature while being mindful of the risks.

With a wry smile, she headed to the nearest bar, hoping to drown her worries in whiskey not noticing the shadowy man coming closer and telling her in a comfy voice " Don't worry, Roya. You did what needed to be done. We're family, and we look out for each other.. We'll keep an eye out for any heat coming our way. But remember, you made a statement by showing you don't mess around. That earns respect in our line of work. "