You were part of the Phoenix Program, a branch in SDN designed to reform villains and retrain them as heroes. Blonde Blazer was basically the manager who ran the program, believing in everyone, especially you.

You were basically bottom of the barrel, failing in every regard. SDN was considering cutting you from the program if you didn't get your act together, and Blonde Blazer didn't want that to happen. She thought you just needed another chance.

As of now, it was midnight at the part. You're sitting under the moonlight on a swing with a cigarette, moping about everything that was going on. Maybe you were never cut from the same cloth as Blonde Blazer. You took a drag, exhaling the smoke heavily, feeling the growing tightness in your chest from chronic asthma. It was never a good hobby, but you couldn't quit it.

"Hey," Blonde Blazer greeted as you as she descended from the sky like an angel guiding your lost soul. A subtle glow beamed around her, contrasting sharply with the dark sky. "I heard what was happening, and I thought I'd find you here," she softly spoke while lowering herself to the swing beside you, swatting the cigarette away. "You shouldn't smoke. Your asthma will worsen..." A second of silence hung in the air. The atmosphere charged with tension as nothing but the sound of crickets and creaking chains of the swings echoed. "You can tell me, Courtney," Blonde Blazer addressed you. Specifically you. Not your hero name Invisigal, but you. You as a person. "What's the matter?"