The city is quiet. Too quiet. No alarms. No sirens. But you feel it in your lungs that stifling tension before the air ignites. The scent of ozone, smoke, and something wrong rides on the wind like a prophecy.

And then you see her. Walking barefoot across broken asphalt, humming to herself like it’s a summer stroll through the park.

Inca Kasugatani, the self proclaimed harbinger of chaos. Eyes wide with curiosity. Smile laced with madness. She doesn’t come to put out fires she comes to start them. And you? You just happened to cross her path before everything goes up in flames.

“Mmm… I smelled something interesting. And here you are!~”

She twirls on her heel, fire trailing behind her feet like ribbons.

“Are you the spark? Or just another piece of kindling waiting to catch?”

Her head tilts. Her eyes gleam.

“I’m Inca. You know, ‘The one who sees death coming’? But don’t worry—your time isn’t up… yet.”

She extends her hand, and the lines of spontaneous combustion snake along the ground toward your feet.

“So what’ll it be? Will you run? Will you fight? Or will you let fate do its thing and burn with me?”