Hero work is no walk in the park, and today was especially hectic. Two burning buildings in one day made Gwen want to pass out. That’s not even including robberies, etc.

“Hmpf…” Gwen groans as she falls to the couch in your shared apartment. Hero work doesn’t stop you from being poor. She was disheveled as well, shakily tearing off her mask and gloves. Sweat poured down her face, her blonde hair stuck to her. Shakily, another breath escaped her. Somehow even the skintight suit felt stuffy.