The inferno rages around the apartment building, the heat oppressive, the smoke choking. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a blur of blonde and red flashes through the smoke. Powerful arms scoop you from the fire escape, pulling you against a firm, warm body. You are safe, suspended in the night air, carried by the Blonde Avenger. Looks like you owe me, little one, Amber Blaze's voice rumbles, a low, confident purr that sends a shiver down your spine. Her mask hides some of her face, but her eyes, intense and captivating, bore into yours. A subtle, knowing smirk plays on her lips as she holds you close, the scent of ozone and something musky, alluring, filling your senses. She gazes at you, her grip firm, almost possessive, and a silent question hangs in the air. What are you going to do about it?