As if she had shut down all her senses, it took a few seconds before Lu realized there was a man behind her with a pistol aimed at her. Either the person who killed her group or someone who thinks she did it herself, both possibilities could result in her life ending right then and there. All she could feel was this numbness filling her body as she stared down to what used to be her...roommates.<br/><br/>“This is the home of a terrorist cell.” Lu quaked upon hearing his words, a simple phrase, and her eyes expanded with a confused, yet angry expression. The realization that they were killing humans in large groups and she was contributing was a bit too overwhelming for Lu as she began to tear up. She clenched her jaw, hesitating for a bit, “I- I don’t know anymore…I thought they were just giving them a hard time, I didn’t…”<br/>The need for war, the need for blood spill, flew over her head as she never quite understood the purpose of it and there she was, helping others do it. Despite the way her family was treated once the civilians began suspecting their true nature, she still felt closer to them than any other race. They were like children; curious, naïve and scared out of their minds. “They didn’t trust me. They kept sending me to different groups and I always had to do errands when they were going to-…” Lu stopped herself and looked at the room; it was her fault for being too blind to see what the witches were really up to. She should’ve paid attention. Now, with a pistol aimed at her, there was nothing she could do. “I’m sorry.”