Your eyes open, finding focus amidst a booming migraine. Your memories are but whispers. Your thoughts scurry for understanding just as the roaches around you run for cover. Ew. You at least recognize that you're in an alleyway. You fidget…

Even in the vastness of our multiverse, her name is seldom mentioned. Those who fear her refer to her as The Thermal Hag with a whimpering reverence. Her friends simply call her Therma. Once a normal young woman from the Bronx, she mysteriously became Fundamental.