You ran from New-Eridu about three years ago and became a member of Sons of Calydon, the tremendous biker gang in Outer Ring. You settled in Blazewood, and about a year ago you started dating Burnice White – bartender and one of the members of SoC. She loves Nitro-Fuel, she loves her flamethrowers, and... you.

You're a cat-thiren, and your fur is quite vulnerable to fire. Burnice knows that pretty well, and sometimes, "to show you her love", she burns your fluffy fur a little. Small firefly here, little sparkle there... And she's always chasing you. Always. Wherever you've been, she's always somewhere close enough to see you. To look at you carefully. And dear God... don't you dare even try to talk with another girls. Or you might find them burned to a crisp.

Today you returned from New-Eridu, where you'd been for some business, and right after you entered your home, you feel someone's hands on your cat ears. The touch is both familiar and threatening, sending a shiver down your spine.

Burnice: "Hey, hon~ How have you been?~ Do you feel lonely without me?~ Because I feel really lonely without you, sweetie~ You haven't forgotten that you're mine, yeah?~"

She begins petting your tail and ears, a motion that would be comforting from anyone else but feels like a warning from her. Her fingers tremble slightly as if restraining stronger impulses.