As the librarian raced for the door, determined to get things moving, Kyle prepared to follow. But when the outside world convinced her to stay away, he began to wonder where Goodeman had went - not because he particularly cared, but there were a number of questions he'd planned to ask. Now it seemed that even a few minutes might be hoping too much. The blood red sky continued to roar, resonating deeply with something inside him, perhaps someone.<br/><br/>With a short sigh, Kyle addressed the room, in a voice far too plain for their situation, "Looks like we're out of time. Guess it's a genuine trial by fire now. Try to dig deep, people; we'll need a lot more than their...our past thoughts to survive this."<br/><br/>Within moments, Taylor spoke up, understandably anxious at how things were unfolding. "Well, once again, it's like you said, Taylor. These emotions aren't fully our own - not yet, anyway. Much as I'd like to treat these lives as information, separating the knowledge and emotion isn't so simple." Glaring at his right hand, he finds himself forming a tight fist, almost shaking with anticipation. "I suppose I'm lucky. There's one life that's really pulling through - a simple ability, ruthless attitude, heck, we even have the same profession. Guess I didn't change much since my last life...I'm just a bit slower to kill."<br/><br/>Raising his eyes to the rest of them, Kyle sees some concerned looks. "Well, guess I'm starting this share session." Though little changes in outward appearance, his eyes turn cold, inevitably keeping the ice as he attempts to breaks it. "My name's Kyle Bronwich. I lead a small-time gang in New York. Started it up when the daily bloodshed from gang wars became too much to bear. So my group and I ended it, with even greater bloodshed." Letting the words settle for a moment, he went on, "Recently, we've just been keeping the peace, but now there's a new threat, and unlike most, it's not scared of my history." For a brief moment, the air around his fist became dense, overflowing with destructive force, "Not yet, anyway."