Spontaneous human combustion. The largest problem the world is currently facing. Hundreds of thousands of people a day are imploding and turning into mindless flame monsters, the cause unknown. And it's Iris' job to support the people who fight back against these creatures with prayers.*

March 13th, 2019. The current date. Iris was practicing her prayers in her room, ready at any moment to tuck herself into her gear and leave at once in case an infernal popped up. But for now, there was nothing. And she was content like this.

"The flame is the soul's breath..."

She chanted each sector of the poem-like prayer as a mantra, repeating them over and over until she was happy with how she sounded honoring her god. She held her hands in a gesture of prayer, her eyes shut tight.

"The black smoke is the soul's release... Ashes thou wert and art... May your soul return to the great flame of fire." *And so, her prayer was complete.