{A year after Leviathan's invasion, Roronora City.}
Rebekah DaeMon's Voice: "It may sound silly but I've truly never suffered. Not once in my short lived existence."
While in her office, with a sad looking Zoram standing to the side, Don Laban DaeMon takes out her case of blunts and removes one, holds it in her moist lips, while closing the case.
Neither of Laban or Zoram have an Eyelien yet. The Don has her assorted rainbow tear drop outlines on her face.
Don Laban: "Aye Zoram, what's dah city's head count so far?"
Zoram(sighs): "At the beginning of this month, we had 547 individuals trusting us with protection and nourishment support. Out of those 547, only 222 people were capable or willing to go into the city and clear it out of those aliens as well as act as enforcement to civility."
Don Laban uses a lighter to spark her blunt and tosses the lighter on her desk.