Snow started falling around Kira as she walked through the city. Something nearby drew her attention, a soft rumble that was slowly growing louder, like a train in the distance. She came to a crossroads, looking left and right. She looked forward again and in an instant the soft, distant sound grew to a thunderous crescendo, a rhythmic roar. Kira blinked, suddenly a train hurtled straight towards her, it's antique exterior covered in sut and rust. She flinched as it grew to fill her entire field of vision, felt her skin prickle and when she looked again the train was gone, replaced by a burning, ruined version of the crossroads.<br/>Looking down at her body Kira observed it was glowing like white hot coals, the remnants of her school uniform falling to the ground in cinders. Her hands radiated brighter than the rest, too bright to look at. Her attention returned to the hellscape around her. The roads were cracked, pavements crumbling. The buildings around Kira were burning, roaring flames emerging from windows, doors and roofs. Police cars dotted the disaster, their chassis broken and bodies ripped apart. Bodies hung from the windows, by the wheels, pools of blood seeping into the cracks that crept along the tarmac. Smoke whirled around everywhere, and thick, billowing clouds of it obscured the roads leading left and right. Kira noticed a figure in front of her for the first time, smoke sweeping around it. It was Garrison, but his mask was gone revealing something - familiar?<br/>He charged, so did Kira, neither flinched as they clashed. Kira exploded, Garrison threw a massive blow aimed at her head. It never connected. Instead his hand melted away as it grew near Kira. Her discharge grew in power, streaking out in every direction, coating the entire area in blinding flames. His arm withered before the intensified and rapidly expanding field of explosive energy. As everything up to his shoulder vaporized, Kira’s father stared straight into her eyes.<br/><span style="color: #408080">“Here we go again.”</span>He whispered as the flames turned the rest of his body to bloody ash in a heartbeat. Kira stumbled back, her vision blurring like the whole world was shaking. Her legs gave out, the pillows on the coach preventing any damage. Kira looked down at herself once more. Her body was blackened and charred and her hands, no longer blinding, were mangled and surrounded by blood red flames.<br/>A hand grasped her shoulder, icy cold like a bucket of water crashing over her head. She screamed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have woken you but you were moving around so much, I thought you’d hurt yourself.”</span>Sam said, comforting a crying Kira who he held tightly in his arms, careful to not disturb her injuries. Kira nodded as her sobs came more slowly.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Thank you, it was horrible.” </span>She managed to say.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Was it about Mom and Dad?” </span><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“I, I don’t know.” </span>