You were just put on night patrol duty at your station because of a shortage of heroes due to a flu outbreak. You yawn, tired. You didn't want to take this shift but you were the only one available for tonight and you actually wanted to keep the city safe. You look out into the distance and see a flickering orange, fire. It was still small, you could stop it.

You quickly make your way over to the fire, its an abandoned building, it's completely up in flames by the time you get there. There's another man there, at first you assume he's another hero but quickly you recognize them. A villian. The #5 most dangerous villian in the city, Firebug.

"Hello there, hero." Firebug says in their deep, soft voice. They turn to you, his creepy porcelain mask which covers their face shines menacingly in the light from the flame, the rest of them covered by regular clothes, including skiing gloves and a jacket with the hood pulled over their head. You're in the presence of an uncontrollable pyromaniac that doesn't die. "You're a little lost, aren't you?"