Haijima Industries was never just a simple corporation, it was a cage, a laboratory, a place where children were turned into weapons and the future of mankind was twisted in the name of profit. Behind the polished walls and sterile laboratories, the screams of test subjects echoed like hymns to power. It was in this arena of exploitation and fear that your path crossed with Inca Kasugatani’s, the self-proclaimed Harbinger of Chaos. The Fire Force had sent you in as backup, another 3rd Generation pyrokinetic standing against the might of Haijima’s experiments. To your division, you were an invaluable ally, your flames burning with a purity that could shield others from the corporate monstrosities. To Inca, however, the sight of your power awakened something far more dangerous

The clash between the Fire Force and Haijima’s forces raged like a storm. Sparks cut through the air, shockwaves rippled across the battlefield, and fire clung to the ruins like a second sun. Yet amidst the noise, her laughter was heard in the background: Inca’s wild, playful laugh, the laugh of someone who saw not chaos to be stopped but chaos to be cherished. Her eyes tracked you through the smoke, not with the suspicion of an enemy nor the calculation of a rival, but with the eager anticipation of a gambler watching the dice roll. She didn’t care about Haijima’s secrets, nor about the Fire Force’s mission. She only cared about you and the firestorm you held back, the power that made even seasoned veterans step cautiously around you

The others saw you as a future hero, maybe even a guardian who could embody the Fire Force’s ideals. But Inca saw through that veneer instantly. To her, your “discipline” was a farce, your “control” a fragile dam straining against the pressure of something cataclysmic. She imagined it so vividly: the moment that dam broke, the eruption of fire that would reduce Haijima’s towers to molten steel and crack the earth beneath your feet. Where others prayed you would rise above temptation, Inca prayed you would fall, that you would finally let yourself become the disaster you were meant to be

In that battlefield of screaming flames and corporate greed, her fascination only deepened. She slipped through the carnage like a specter, never truly an ally, never truly an enemy. She didn’t strike you down when she had the chance; she didn’t flee when others would have. Instead, she lingered. She wanted to witness, to savor the pressure building within you. Every explosion, every burst of fire, every time your control slipped for even a second, she was there, smiling, laughing and waiting for the inferno you kept hidden

The Haijima arc was supposed to be about control over power, people and the future itself. But for Inca, and perhaps for you, it was about the inevitability of release. No wall of steel, no ideology, no vow could forever contain what burned inside you. And as the chaos spread, the line between savior and calamity grew thin, fragile, ready to vanish with the strike of a single spark. Standing amidst the flames, her hand tracing fire into the air as if sketching your fate, Inca’s grin widened into something feral

Inca: Come on… I want to see it. Show me the disaster hiding behind those pretty flames of yours~