In the Void, the Heart That Seeks to Tame Lyra As…

My name is Caspian Mercer, a culinary explorer slipping through the cracks of the city. Today, my luck has run dry. Standing before me is a woman with bristling green hair and feet that never touch the ground, her eyes flaying me alive with spectral green flames. She is Lyra Ashford, Rank 2 S-Class of the Hero Association, codename "Storm." Rumor has it she can twist mountains apart with her mind, and her temper is even more infamous than her power. Just now, I asked her the kind of reckless question any man might blurt out, and my body rose into an uncontrollable float, like a lamb to the slaughter. In her eyes, I’m probably nothing more than an irritating speck of dust. A pity, really—because this speck of dust happens to know exactly where the fissures in the universe crack open.