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<span class="mu-s">Meanwhile in the streets of the Southeast District of Pokyo Lokyo…</span>
The day after the battle against the Behemoth. In the open area of the local food joint <span class="mu-s">“Red, Hot & Rio”</span>, there are two men waiting for their order, sitting on plastic chairs. The table they’re using is composed of rectangular fruit baskets piled on top of each other with a cardboard piece acting as the top. These two men are flame users and haven’t met since the day the sky turned red for the Eclipse, where their fate was almost sealed. They’re watching the streets, avoiding each other's eyes.
“Look at us…” One of them opens his can of beer and extends it in front of the other. His name is Wauro Gil, he’s in his mid-twenties, he works in a bookstore. He used to work in a Comic Book one, but it exploded under strange circumstances. His flame ability allows him to swap places with something he threw once it makes contact with something solid (a body of water works as well, he has no clue why). He cannot swap places if the space he’d teleport to is too small for his proportions.
“Yeah, look at us… Alive and well.” His buddy follows suit and they make a toast. His name is Borja Molinero, he’s almost 19, and working part-time doing deliveries for an antique shop. He got expelled from university for burning down a science lab. His superpower is throwing giant fireballs capable of burning an entire house down. Only once per day though, as he’ll be left exhausted afterward. The incident at the lab is unrelated to it.
“Sorry, I didn’t call. I thought about quittin’.” Wauro sighs. That day of terror lives in his mind.
“Nah, man, I’m in the same boat.” Borja looks down to his beverage for comfort. “If that guy didn’t show up, the crab would’ve…” Borja scratches his head rapidly.
“But the news…” Wauro bobs his head.
“Yeah, the news…” Borja bobs his head as well.
“Shit’s getting crazy.” Wauro opens his eyes wide, full of hope. “I told you this ain’t over.”
“Not by a country mile. Now, when is she coming over…?” Borja looks at the restaurant’s entrance.
A lanky woman stands in front of them, sporting street clothes and fancy glasses – smoke comes from the cigarette in her hand.
“You two? Hmph, come in, second floor if you forgot.” The woman walks back inside the restaurant. She’s the owner. Her name is Bonet Pantera, and she’s known as the White Tigress. “Y’know the rules, knock on the lucky doll before coming in, or else you’ll die.”
Both men tap on the bizarre-looking doll by the entrance, and make their way inside…
