Blinking for a while, he saw the boards with the heart on it. "Heart, and yeah, you're right we should-" That wasn't right, The patrols were all moving to that other location. He checked over there, and couldn't believe what he saw. The entire area looked... fuzzy like he couldn't see it clearly. The girl who was the target was nowhere to be seen. "We have to go. Now. The other target is in trouble."
Mirage had been sitting in her room doing homework when they came. Yelling. Then Gunshots. Her Aunt, screaming. She remembers rushing, to see her on the floor, shot. Something about sympathizers. She cried, and the other people tried to get her. But then, the house was gone. A swirling dark tornado of hate and rage. She wanted to hurt them, so so much. And that was all she saw. They were in pain, screaming and yelling in terror, with her in the center. Her conscious knew this was wrong. That it wasn't even real, and that this was all sick and cruel. But subconsciously, she believed it, loved it and hated it at the same time. She was lost trying to find herself.