Blaze Fielding stands defiant in a rain-slicked urban alley under a luminous full moon, her stance wide and fists raised—black fingerless gloves with gold trim gripping tight. Her long chestnut hair falls past her shoulders, strands catching neon reflections: magenta, cyan, and violet from graffiti-tagged brick walls and flickering signage. She wears a cropped black leather jacket, unzipped to reveal a vibrant red bustier, paired with a high-waisted, glossy crimson mini-skirt cinched by a...