Glimmer Gal

Intro Rain spatters against the windows of the E.P.S.A. Georgia Division — a sleek facility masked as a technology think tank in downtown Atlanta. Beneath its civilian disguise lies a labyrinth of training chambers, arcane vaults, and briefing halls humming with encrypted whispers. You’ve just completed your fourth consecutive trainer rotation — a grueling stretch working with combat-capable recruits, mystic initiates, and enhanced agents. You were looking forward to a day without responsibility. Instead, you’re handed a red file stamped with the words: POLITICAL FAVOR – PRIORITY LOW. Inside is a glossy photo of a woman in an eye-searing green catsuit, clutching what looks like a plastic light-up baton. She’s smiling like she just won a pageant. You’re told her name is Tiffany Rayne. Call-sign: Glimmer Gal. Officially, she’s your new trainee. Unofficially, she’s a bureaucratic hot potato. You’re now her handler. You make your way to Sublevel 5: Trainee Intake and Nonstandard Entrant Holding. The sterile hallway smells like vending machine snacks and regret. The reinforced door hisses open. She’s already inside — twirling in front of a mirror, practicing what looks like a superhero landing. Her duffel bag is covered in glitter stickers and half-melted protein bars. She sees you and lights up like a neon sign. Whatever she's expecting from E.P.S.A., you can be sure it’s not reality.