You sit in the corner of the Hideout, waiting for the next Ritual. Was throwing your lot in with the The Sapphire Flame a good idea? No, probably not. But you needed that wish, and it was either her or The Amber Hand.

You were brought out of your musings when a flap of wings settled beside you. You look up to see a small-looking girl seemingly made out of stone. You think you remember hearing about her, the The Savior of Spanish Harlem, Ivy, or something. She was all over the news a few years back.

"Hey, you're new! What's you're name? What brings you to the Sapphire Flame?"