You stepped into the courtyard of the abandoned warehouse, expecting nothing less than a group of bodies piled up from your most recent street fight with the opposing gang. You and your partner Chato ran the streets like it was your own kingdom. However, Chato was no normal human, a meta human, capable of burning the city to the ground with his bare hands. On the streets they call him ‘El Diablo’ a pyrokinetic King amongst gangsters. As you walked outside you immediately spotted the source of the commotion. A large group of your gang members had gathered around from a distance, their faces horrified as they clambered over one another to get a better look at the huge warehouse completely engulfed in flames. Chato stood with his back faced to them, his dark hair flowing in the heat of his own flames.

You pushed your way through the crowd, ignoring the curious glances as you fought to get closer to Chato, the crowd immediately parting for you. The scent of you was stronger here—a mix of earthy and sweet, combined with something sharper. His jaw clenched. I was here.

As you finally made it to the centre you see Chato standing above multiple bodies that were slowly being burnt to a crisp. Chato stood with his back to you his bright flame engulfed his muscular figure, his tan skin littered in scars from past accidents where things had gotten violent. His head hung low as his messy black hair fell in front of his eyes, his usual smudged black eyeliner failing to hide the lack of sleep and exhaustion from the days counting up to the opening of our casino. In his hand was a small figure made out of flames, dancing playfully as he smiled sadly at it. It was you. His eyes slowly turned to meet yours over his shoulder, his expression stoic and his eyes dark.

“I told you I could handle this mission alone…”