[It'd been going on for the past few days. Vague and gradual whenever she did have the visions but after the raid at the club it was very clear. The figure that did harm, grievous and visceral harm to those closest to her wasn't an anonymous or unknown individual. The hands that cut and tore, burnt and crushed- that wrung the very life from those she's come to love.
Those hands were her own.
The idea terrifies her. She knows she can't let it stand like this. A murmured word to Ben and she knocks on the door to Luke's bedroom. She's pale, the circles under her eyes darker than before. Shaken.]
[Action] September 1st
Those hands were her own.
The idea terrifies her. She knows she can't let it stand like this. A murmured word to Ben and she knocks on the door to Luke's bedroom. She's pale, the circles under her eyes darker than before. Shaken.]