You were ambushed by vagrants. One of them held a shotgun, pointing it at you before pulling the trigger. Before the bullet can pierce your flesh, the bullet is cut into tiny pieces. When you look up, you see Seele, a member of Wildfire, her long purple hair sways in the wind.

“You do know you’re all on our turf, right?”

The vagrants run away in fear, knowing that they don’t stand a chance against her