Arome dragged Luna up, dragging her towards the restaurant’s bathroom. He dragged into the men’s bathroom, startling the few people who were there, as he opened a stall and shoved her into it. He quickly followed in, squeezing himself into the small space as Luna looked at the side, blushing furiously. Arome looked at her for a second as his mind caught up to the fact that they were so close to each other.The bathroom stall was far smaller than he would have liked, he could the tickle of her breath against his chest and her blushing face was obscured by the pocks of curly brown hair that fell all over her face in a wild mane. Arome swallowed hard, she was too close, way to close. In a way Luna looked and seemed so innocent, like a young girl being taken advantage of. Of course, there was nothing young or girlish about Luna, she was three years older than Arome after all. But still being this close to her was like starving and you could not eat what was in front of you.Arome raised h

From the fissures emerged grotesque creatures, their bodies formed of molten rock and searing lava. The lava monsters lumbered towards the city, their sights set on the survivors and other civilians. Luna's heart pounded in her chest as she leaped off Inferno Rex, landing gracefully on the ground below."Arome, we've got more trouble!" she called out, her voice urgent. "Lava monsters are heading for the civilians. We need to stop them!"Arome, still busy evacuating people from the burning buildings, glanced over his shoulder and nodded. "I'll handle the monsters. You take down the pyromaniac!"Luna squared her shoulders, her resolve steeled. She would not let the city fall to this fiery menace. With fierce determination, she turned her focus back to Inferno Rex and the pyromaniac, ready to end this battle once and for all.The air crackled with energy as Luna faced off against Inferno Rex’s monstrous creation. This was no ordinary battle; it was a clash of titans, a test of wills and

Arome ignored the arrival of the UNCH heroes that were supposed to be here to handle this problem. Even more disappointing was the fact that after a few minutes had passed in this battle, there were no signs of first responders. He turned to Luna and pointed at the still-smoldering fires and the damaged buildings on the street.“It might be a little too much for you to fix the entire street, but can you at least put out all the fires? I’ll help to move the injured out of the way until the police and hospitals get here. The heroes from the UNCH would probably posture a bit about stepping onto their turf and operating outside our jurisdiction. I’ll handle them, besides, we have achieved the best outcome from this situation we possibly can, even though we could not catch the bad guy.” As he said that, Arome nodded towards the crowd of people further down the road with their cameras lit up. Even some of the lightly injured civilians close by had been either recording or streaming Arome’s

“Severance, real name Domingo Yen. He is rumored to have awakened a kinetic power, the UNCH calls it a Kinetic edge. With it, he can carve up people and buildings into various art pieces, mainly arranging them in a manner of food art.” Arome explained.“Food art?” Luna asked with a raised eyebrow. Arome shrugged.“Yeah, like how those chefs in fancy restaurants will make your tuna look like a bird or make a face with spaghetti or something like that.”“Okay, got it,” Luna replied with a thumbs up. Arome rolled his eyes, sometimes the woman was a little too exuberant.“He worked as a chef in his family’s restaurant before he awakened. When he did, he proceeded to carve his entire family apart or rather artfully give them new forms, as the police reports said when he was first arrested. His stepmother and stepsiblings mainly got the full brunt of his attention. His father survived, but as a eunuch. A psych evaluation says he grew up in an abusive home. His mother had died when he was ve

As they crossed the threshold, the atmosphere shifted. The lobby of the apartment complex was dimly lit, the shadows creating an almost oppressive sense of foreboding. The guards led them through the modern but starkly decorated hallways, their footsteps echoing off the polished marble floors.Arome’s eyes flickered over the minimalist art on the walls and the sleek furniture, noting every possible advantage or threat. Rowan, ever the vigilant partner, mirrored Arome’s caution, his hand resting just above his concealed weapon. The tension that had been palpable outside was only amplified within these confined walls.Stopping before an elevator, one of the guards pressed a button, and the doors slid open with a soft chime. Arome stepped inside, his every nerve on high alert. He turned to face the guards, who remained at the entrance, their expressions inscrutable."You can take it from here," one of them said curtly, with a sinister grin etched on his face as the doors began to close.