Etienne flopped down on his bed and sat the sheathed katana down on the side of his bed.
He sighed loudly and thought to himself, "Going against the Dark Pattern won't be very useful for testing my sword skills, but this will be perfect for improving my intelligence gathering. I spent so much time studying people, their expressions and the littlest minutiae of social interactions, but I've barely used those skills."
He sat up on the edge of his bed, and stared a bookshelf full of figurines and comic books. He stood up and picked one of them up absentmindedly.
"They are not who I'm worried about anyway," Etienne thought, "I'm still paranoid about the heroes busting down our door and trying to take me in. I know I'm not the strongest, but I wonder where I really rank amongst the heroes."
