Chyna went home and washed up. She looked into the mirror and saw her wounds all closed up under the blood stains. "I feel so different now." Chyna said. "Those should have killed me, but they did not." Chyna still did not understand her powers and decided to sleep on it.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and there was a certain calmness. The mass sacrifice allowed her to spend more time in another realm. [The world is sick, your fists are the cure.] She was in a chaotic place with monsters and shadows, but she felt no fear. She saw herself fighting the monsters attacking her. Humans whom she saved backstabbing her and eventually she killed everyone and cleansed the place. The shadows did not bother her, what she perceived as monsters ignored her, but what she thought she should save turned on her.<br/><br/>She woke up the next morning and decided to pack up. There was more clarity in her mind. She felt different -- More confident than before. She turned and looked down and could see several police cars arriving and she exited the fire escape and walked out the alley. "I felt they were coming after I massacred the mob..." Chyna muttered. "I feel like there were others like me, and I wonder how I could get their attention."