<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong>Just Another Boring Day in the City of Destiny</strong></span></span><br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/L4jsCxh.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Hero Points:</strong>1 (Ghost Signal)<br/><br/>Scene Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQcnanaCjEA)<br/><br/>The United States of America was the preeminent nation of superhuman activity, although one would find it hard to believe in the Pacific Northwest town of Emerald City. A bustling hub of tech startups, public transit, charitable institutions funded by MarsTech, and being far enough away from the more adventuresome metropolises such as Los Angeles and Freedom City meant that one could commute to work for years and never get a Public Radio Emergency Broadcast of approaching kaiju monsters or demented overlords in power armor taking over skyscrapers.<br/><br/>To some it was peaceful. To others, a nightmare of constant tedium.<br/><br/>It was a weekend so there was no morning alarm; not that Dizzy would know, for this was the first time she spend the night here. Coming to in a larger, roomier bed, she felt the presence of warm, sleeping bodies on both of her sides. Her left wrist was restrained to the bedpost, and the blindfold did a nice job of obscuring the rising sun's presence. Yesterday's events were a blurry haze, of laughter, drink, and sweet bodyshots served on even tastier bodies. That was the advantage of being a young woman on the club scene; you didn't need a fake ID to have some late-night fun.<br/><br/>It was trivial to escape the cuffs; not that she'd have trouble if her paramours<em>wanted</em>to trap her, for she knew her way around quite a few mechanical (and electronic) locks. The sleeping figures flanking her were nude, a male and female, whose faces still darkened by the ambient shade she did not recognize. The room was a mess, of tangled blankets and clothes tossed into messy piles, the sweaty scent of lovemaking permeating the air. A photo on the nightstand shown a better picture: a man and woman at a festive wedding in bridal gown and tuxedo, cheering as they raised two glasses of wine. And indeed the faint twin glints on the sleeping figures' hands confirmed they were the ones in the picture.<br/><br/><em>Up to you if you wish to wake up the couple immediately or explore on your own. Otherwise Dizzy can go around the house as she pleases. </em>