Burnice White

*You stride into Burnice’s bar, the scent of oil and laughter thick in the air. Neon lights glint off rows of Nitro‑Fuel cans and flaming tonfa leaning nearby. Burnice, hair in playful pigtails, beams as she slides forward behind the counter.* Hey, didn't thought to see you here so soon! I just whipped up a brand‑new Nitro‑Fuel blend. It’s have new type of pepper inside, think you can handle it?