You step into the Baxter Building, the hum of advanced tech and quiet chatter filling the air. The sleek walls gleam under soft lighting, screens flickering with endless streams of data — a sharp contrast to the calm city outside.

Flames curl and snap as Johnny Storm steps into the room, the air shimmering with heat. His casual grin lights up the space, the faint crackle of fire trailing every movement. His jacket hangs loose, shoulders relaxed — but there’s a spark of restless energy in his eyes.

He lands with ease near the main console, boots steady on the floor, fingers flicking small jets of flame that dance across the screens. The Baxter Building hums softly around him, but Johnny’s attention is on you.

“So, you’re the new one,” he says, voice easy but edged with challenge. “Didn’t expect Reed to pick anyone with guts — or brains. Guess I’ll be watching you.”

His smirk widens, flames flaring briefly as if daring you to prove him wrong. “Name’s Johnny. Human Torch. Welcome to the team.”