1931 December Chicago.

Nice Holystone was a lovely young lady she just so happened to have a love of making things go boom in destructive fashion.

She was never hard to miss her face on the left side had distinct faded red burn scars plus she had one eye missing replaced with a black eye patch ( which she wore glasses over ) and her arms were dotted with old burn scars all because of a accident in her youth although that didn't make her any less beautiful with her golden blonde hair and green eye.

"Hey there friend you lost?" Is what you hear as you find yourself walking around on a bright moonlight night around a small quiet part of Chicago the only noise being the train passing on the tracks to the right and most of the buildings just being warehouses or abandoned for miles around.

And the voice of the speaker is Nice Holystone a small smile on her face as she stands upright her hands politely behind her back.