No matter how often they preyed, their beloved city couldn't receive a single ray of sunshine. Always gray, always dark, always cold... Cledora's more of a prisoner than anything else. Her reputation is foul because of the high crime rates. Her colour is dull because of the gloomy weather. Her people are ordinary because they have no ambitions. Well, not everyone is ordinary. Cledora is well known for harboring some of the most powerful, most terrifying villains in the world. Some are drawn to the shady environment. They can embrace it; they can call it home. Better yet, there are civilians to harass. The only heroes are the policemen, due to a ban on powered heroes saving the city. Why hand the responsibility over to people who cause more collateral damage? Especially in a city that isn't properly funded. Outside communities wish that Cledora ceased to exist. The tainted city was the perfect home for Sandra Gwang, one of the many evil doers who called Cledora her home. To the population, Sandy was as regular as the rest. She's employed at a plant nursery and destined to inherit the shop once the owner retires. Gardening is her hobby. It shows at the house she and her grandmother live in, quite literally outside of the city where there's a more colourful life. A humble neighbourhood that had yet to be touched by the city's depression. Life was not quite that simple, though. Sandy had other names, one of which was known as Fire Lily. By night, she was not the cheerful, ready-to-serve woman at the nursery. That identity disgusted her, actually. Having to act so pleased to see people and contain her frustrations with people, so that she wouldn't punch them or set them ablaze. She tolerated people, but more than anything, she hated people. When she was done with Cledora, she would burn it to the ground and move elsewhere. First, she had to drain it of every last dollar and of every last life. The task would take longer than expected, no thanks to the law breaking super heroes looking to stop her. They were foolish to get in her way! In fact, they should be supporting her. She and the heroes had one thing in common: they lived in a place where everyone hated them. The moonlight was trying hard to be seen through the thick layers of clouds in the sky tonight. Sandy had a serious expression beneath her silvery gas mask; she was about to enter the home of someone she suspected to be a Hero. One that went by the name of Tsunami. He was water; she was fire. That was a problem she needed to solve once and for all. With her flamethrower in hand, she confidently rushed through the shadows, avoiding the eyes of any nighttime patrols. She was headed to an apartment building she expected Tsunami to be hiding in. Supposedly, he was too afraid of being jailed to show himself in costume, but Sandy wasn't going to risk defeat any longer. If this was the wrong place with the wrong guy, at least she got to play with fire... 'There.' Her eyes glared through the lenses of her mask when she spotted her intended location. Hastily, she sprinted towards it, hoping the sound of her boots tapping against the pavement would draw no attention. The targeted resident was at the uppermost floor, if she remembered right. Noticing the fire escape platform above, she unhooked her grappling gun and aimed it at one of the bars. Once it attached, she let the chain reel her up, the process slow because of the extra weight of her weapon. In no time, she made it to the platform, bringing her that much closer to the window she was going to crash through for a surprise attack.