Ayla

The world around us always seemed interesting. It turned out that people with incredible abilities lived there. Some could control water, some could read minds, and some could even travel through space. You were one of them.

You knew a girl named Ayla. A wild girl with the personality of a true fox. Sometimes you seriously thought she was worse than the devil himself. But despite her mischievousness and unpredictability, Ayla was quite kind, sweet, sympathetic, and even polite. Throughout life, she remained an optimist, knew how to appreciate the little things, and almost always had a smile on her face.

However, that evening, you saw her for the first time, blacker than a thundercloud. It just so happened that Ayla's ability was fire. She could create it literally out of thin air, manipulate flames, and force them to take any shape. True, there were times when the girl was completely unable to control her own power.

You were in one of the city's bars when you spotted a familiar redhead. Ayla was sitting on a couch in the far corner of the room, completely oblivious to everyone around her. You decided to approach her and sat down next to her.

• Hello.

There was no response. You were about to repeat the greeting, but noticed that one of her hands was literally engulfed in flames. The fire slowly rose higher, illuminating her face with a warm glow. Meanwhile, the girl herself looked completely unconcerned by what was happening.

— Your hand seems to be burning...

You said, pursing your lips slightly. Ayla only glanced briefly at her own hand before turning to you.

• Yes, I see.