Lisa Wilbourn.

The blonde girl rolled the name over in her head until it lost meaning. Even now, over a year after taking the name, she had to do remind herself that was what she went by. She couldn't afford to slip up and not respond to the name. She could act like she'd been thinking, easy enough with her particular set of powers, but it was still a practice to be able to respond to the name. Not even because her birth name was "Sarah Livsey" but because she had been living so long prepared to just drop who she was and be someone new that she'd effectively stopped considering herself as having any other name than "Tattletale". She could take up any number of other "real names", but she'd always be Tattletale, in and out of costume. Sort of how that Aleph comic character thought of himself as "Batman" even when he wasn't in costume.

Truly, she'd only picked Lisa because she liked the way it sounded. Allison… No, Alice, was what she'd use next. She knew she had a card with that name on it, but wasn't sure what the last name on it was. It didn't really matter since it wasn't like she could use it now anyway. She had gotten herself more than a few fake IDs made all with different names, birthdays, ages, even home states. She kept them all hidden now, but if she was able to get from under Coils thumb and things as Lisa didn't quite work out she could just drop off the face of the earth for a while and pick a new name.

Of course, getting rid of Coil was a number one priority. The bastard was sick and had no problems using torture, drugs, or even threats of rape to keep people, especially her, in line. It wasn't even that he was a total bastard all the time, he paid well at least, but his constant snake like condescension was annoying. The real deal breaker was that he'd stolen her freedom from her. Just like her parents he'd locked her away in a cage to use his power for his own gain. Sure, it was at least a gilded cage now, but a cage is a cage and she didn't want to be in one.

"I kinda wish I drank just so I didn't have to think about this." She said to herself as she dragged herself from her bed and into her kitchen. It was late, almost midnight, but she felt like grabbing some ice cream. "Midnight sweets always helps me curb the worst of my existential despair."

And that's really what her life was at this point. Just a pit of despair. She could honestly say she enjoyed some of her job. Brian was a good friend and the Undersiders were just the kind of group she'd be okay being a part of, but when it came down to it she was just running from her feelings. The pit of despair she lived in had only grown deeper throughout her life.

Growing up in a rich family, being born with that silver spoon, was what a lot of people really wanted. It really all did seem perfect to her, too. The money, the big house, all the things she wanted whenever she wanted. The only thing that could have made it better was her brother focusing on her instead of his girlfriend. Then he killed himself and the rose tinted glasses fell away. She realized her mother wanted the money that came with marrying her father and her father only wanted a wife to further his political and business goals. Her and her brother were simply ornaments to them. Things to dangle in front of others and show how perfect their family was. They didn't care. Her father hadn't even been sad about her brother's death. Just embarrassed by the fact he'd committed suicide. She'd noticed something was wrong maybe a few days before he killed himself and she nearly drove herself mad trying to figure out what she could have done to stop it.

Even now she still blamed herself.

After that her parents had found out she triggered and forced her to play the stock market to line their pockets. It took over two months before she tired of them using her as a money machine and stole a couple thousand dollars and skipped town. They put out an Amber Alert on her because she was a valuable asset to them. She knew as a fact they wouldn't have cared if she wasn't making them hundreds of thousands of dollars before she left. Nothing terrified her more than being sent back to them. She eventually ended up in Brockton Bay. Living on the streets of the Bay wasn't all that bad. Despite being one of the more dangerous cities in New England, the Bay was surprisingly safe for her to live at first. The homeless shelter was really helpful and gave her a place to stay while she got on her feet in a new city.

Then Coil found her.

She had no idea how, either. Her power wouldn't have been apparent to anyone who hadn't spent a decent amount of time with her she'd never gone to the PRT so his moles there wouldn't have done him any use. The only way he could have found her was with his own power, which she very much wished she could figure out so she could get rid of the bastard. Until then, though, she was stuck following his orders and stuck being his little informant for how he could best take over the city.

And now her ice cream was half melted.

Great. She'd spent so much time in her head that she basically had sweet soup now. Just another drop in the bucket at this point. She finished her ice cream and sat back into the couch, basically sinking into it.

"Is this really all I have to look forward to in life?" She asked herself. It was a good question. Was she really always going to have people trying to keep her in their cages, using her for their own ends. Her power was useful, sure but it wasn't like she was a precog. She couldn't tell the future, she could just make very educated guesses. She was like Sherlock Holmes on uppers. Or Moriarty since she played the villain.

More than anything, though, she hated being alone. Bedtime was always the worst part of her day, especially when she stayed at her apartment instead of at the Loft with her team. She was alone and just had to sit with her thoughts, her own power trying to psychoanalyze her. Ironic considering she did it to others whenever she felt like it in costume.

In the depths of her thoughts she felt something. Like a twitch but in her head. If the brain was capable of spasming enough to feel, that would be what she'd say she felt. Only with that spasm came something else. A sudden… acceptance of her life. Not that she was okay with how things were, but an acceptance that while everything was fucked, she could deal with it.

She stood, slicing a finger across the air and watching in awe as it opened up like teeth leading to a black void.

"Well," She said, "Might as well see what this is about."

Lisa stepped through the hole more fascinated by it than anything else.