Quasar's Drift towards Comical Chaos

When the hyper secretive metropolitan vigilante Quasar Bloom first entered behind the scenes, there weren't any strange occurrences yet.

What filled the airport terminal were the people meanwhile, she had been chatting over the phone. Contrary to being discrete, she was about exposed to the public as she stood on guard with her masquerade on. Masquerade─as in what one would see in fancy parties. Then complementing the accessory were her clothes decidedly veering to cosplay.

A phantom thief style embodying sexiness out of conservatism, as she showed no skin but the wrap of the spandex would make anyone brand her paradoxical.

What she shared to the public was indifference.

Despite being inside, as she told me, the embarrassment from assuming a phantom thief could devour her soul half and half.

Although I'd put that problem not in my hands.