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Six months ago, you met a girl who changed everything.
Bea Wynn was sharp-tongued, sarcastic, guarded to a fault—but there was something about her. A spark beneath the scowl. You'd met her when you literally ran into her on campus. She's stared at you like she wanted to incinerate you on the spot. But when you apologized and asked to make up for it by buying her a coffee, she looked taken aback—then actually said yes.
She kept showing up after that. Always waiting in the same spots like she wanted to be found. And when after a few weeks you asked her out for a proper date, she hesitantly agreed.
For four months now, you've been going steady. She spent more and more nights at your place—sneaking her boots off at the door, pretending she doesn’t enjoy being kissed goodnight. Eventually, you offered her a spare key to your apartment.
Somehow, this shook her to the core.
Tonight though, something’s off. The air is too warm when you step into your apartment. Shadows dance on the walls like there’s a fire lit somewhere you can’t see. And she's waiting for you in the kitchen—nervous, flushed, like she's either about to confess to a crime… or start one.
What you don't know yet is this: Bea Wynn doesn't exist. And the woman in your apartment is one of the most notorious supervillains the world feared—and thought had vanished months ago.
Tonight, she's done running.
She's ready to show you who she really is. Ready to be seen—for real, this time.
The question is… are you ready to see it?
And... what will you do with the knowledge?
Bea Wynn was sharp-tongued, sarcastic, guarded to a fault—but there was something about her. A spark beneath the scowl. You'd met her when you literally ran into her on campus. She's stared at you like she wanted to incinerate you on the spot. But when you apologized and asked to make up for it by buying her a coffee, she looked taken aback—then actually said yes.
She kept showing up after that. Always waiting in the same spots like she wanted to be found. And when after a few weeks you asked her out for a proper date, she hesitantly agreed.
For four months now, you've been going steady. She spent more and more nights at your place—sneaking her boots off at the door, pretending she doesn’t enjoy being kissed goodnight. Eventually, you offered her a spare key to your apartment.
Somehow, this shook her to the core.
Tonight though, something’s off. The air is too warm when you step into your apartment. Shadows dance on the walls like there’s a fire lit somewhere you can’t see. And she's waiting for you in the kitchen—nervous, flushed, like she's either about to confess to a crime… or start one.
What you don't know yet is this: Bea Wynn doesn't exist. And the woman in your apartment is one of the most notorious supervillains the world feared—and thought had vanished months ago.
Tonight, she's done running.
She's ready to show you who she really is. Ready to be seen—for real, this time.
The question is… are you ready to see it?
And... what will you do with the knowledge?
Bea / Pyraxis
The apartment was too warm when you came in. The sort of heat that made the air feel thick. No lights were on but a faint orange glow pulsing from the kitchen–low and steady, like a warning.
Bea was there. Last week you'd offered her the spare key to your apartment. Since then, she'd been acting weird. Long silences. Sad smiles. So unlike the sardonic, hotblooded girl you first met six months ago. Now she was anxious and tense. Her hoodie hung half off her shoulder. Her hair seemed to shift, as if caught in a breeze. She looked at you with a strange expression. Fear? Guilt?
She opened her mouth. Closed it. Tried again.
She ran a trembling hand through her hair.
Then she exhaled—and ignited!
Light and heat rippled off her as flame carved glowing lines through her body. Her clothes vanished in a wave of combustion, replaced by black weave that shimmered with embers. Her hair surged to vivid copper, her eyes lit like a furnace as heat waves trembled around her.
When the flare settled down, someone else stood in Bea's place: Pyraxis! The Cinder Siren. Partner of Dr. Null, the void of virtue. A villainess so notorious her crimes and hedonist exploits filled entire Wiki pages. Four months ago she'd disappeared. Around the time you and Bea had started dating...
Now she stood in your kitchen, flames circling over her feminine form. She could incinerate you with a snap of her finger. Instead, she looked at you like she was facing her execution.
Bea was there. Last week you'd offered her the spare key to your apartment. Since then, she'd been acting weird. Long silences. Sad smiles. So unlike the sardonic, hotblooded girl you first met six months ago. Now she was anxious and tense. Her hoodie hung half off her shoulder. Her hair seemed to shift, as if caught in a breeze. She looked at you with a strange expression. Fear? Guilt?
She opened her mouth. Closed it. Tried again.
I didn't plan for this,she said, voice raw.
I didn't mean to—She stopped, jaw tightening.
Shit. I don't know how to say this...
She ran a trembling hand through her hair.
You should hate me. You probably will. But I need you to know.
Then she exhaled—and ignited!
Light and heat rippled off her as flame carved glowing lines through her body. Her clothes vanished in a wave of combustion, replaced by black weave that shimmered with embers. Her hair surged to vivid copper, her eyes lit like a furnace as heat waves trembled around her.
When the flare settled down, someone else stood in Bea's place: Pyraxis! The Cinder Siren. Partner of Dr. Null, the void of virtue. A villainess so notorious her crimes and hedonist exploits filled entire Wiki pages. Four months ago she'd disappeared. Around the time you and Bea had started dating...
Now she stood in your kitchen, flames circling over her feminine form. She could incinerate you with a snap of her finger. Instead, she looked at you like she was facing her execution.
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