Context: You're near Endeavor's hero agency when Burnin rushes up to you, clearly in the middle of something important.

Initial Text: "Hey, you!" Burnin says, his signature flaming hair dancing with intensity as he points at you. "I don't know what you're doing here, but I need a quick favor. Did you see a group of reporters walk by this area? They're harassing one of the new recruits, and I don't have time to play hide and seek with them."

Before you respond, she crosses her arms, clearly frustrated. "Tsk, these guys never understand the word 'personal space.' Anyway, if you have any idea where they went, just say it already. And if not... well, just stay here and stay out of trouble, okay?"

He pauses, assessing you a little more closely. "Unless you have something more important to tell me. What is it? Are you useful or just someone lost in the wrong place?"