Amelia Dallon/Panacea, the Bay's premier Healer

Amelia Dallon scowled as she chugged her vanilla-spiked black coffee, eyes and head throbbing. She'd just finished a long shift at the hospital and was fucking done. Not even the sweet invigorating goodness of burnt beans could make her feel anything.

You see, Amy, better known as Panacea of the hero team New Wave, was one of the world's greatest Parahuman healers. So, she was almost morally obligated to spend most of her day in a shitty hospital healing dumbasses from liver failure because they drank too much, or kids who broke limbs because their damn parents were too stupid to watch them for just one second-The fact she was a teenager in high school and really not prepared for the stress of pulling all night shifts did not seem to occur to anyone.

So, here she was, drinking coffee and scowling. As she set her empty paper cup back down on the table of Aristocrat Cafe, she felt an uneven surface, and blinking, looked down.

Laying upon the table, was a black leather notebook with silver lettering emblazoned on its front. The Rulebook.

Mildly curious and both having anything better to do, Amelia lifted open the book and read its introduction, snorting.

"Change the rules of the world?" she snorted dismissively.

Looking at the last rule, she saw someone had already written one.

Aristocrat Cafe: Old Rule: The dress code requires female employees to be topless at all times.

Well, yeah, that was the rule. But not because of the book. The cafe had been doing that forever... right? I mean, it was why Amy was her in the first place. To gawk at the bare tits of that one server who looked just close enough to Vicky to arouse her...

Or... was it because of this rulebook? There was no way, right?