When the sword slashed into her face, nearly severing her lips apart, she still managed to kill the demon. Her Watcher didn't commend her, only chided her for her shoddy fighting while she waited, a mess of blood covering her face and shirt.
She managed to heal without going to the hospital. The scar didn't fade away. She wasn't sure if she hated it. Her Watcher told her it was character-building. Days later, she waited too long and watched his neck snap effortlessly. She staked the vamp in thanks.
This is her life.
She cannot believe in a better world.