The next day at school whenever I would bump into someone in the crowded halls I would see glimpses into their past. If I were to look into their eyes there would be a glow of colour, indicating their emotions. There were instances where I would simply sense their emotions. At times the sheer amount I was sensing was overwhelming and I felt nauseous.

Thankfully I was able to make my way home, despite the near constant pounding in my head. My mother greeted me and I made my way upstairs to my room. Sluggishly, I put my things down then shrugged off my coat and school jacket. The headache had grown steadily worse on the way home. I would ask my mother for some pain killers later, it wouldn't cause her too much worry.

It really was a nuisance. Studying was important, something I did nearly every day however, with the headache I doubted I would achieve anything for my efforts. It would be pointless. Sighing, I switched my television on and lay down on my bed. Maybe trying to relax would aid me in ridding myself of my headache. I hoped so.

The channels flicked by as I looked through them, seeing if there was anything worth watching. I stopped at a news report. Children and teachers had been taken hostage at a pre-school. Some people were just pathetic, the children must've been terrified. The suspects face appeared on the screen. My eyes widened. It couldn't be. His name was Otoharada Kurou, he was the man in my nightmare from the previous day. I sat up straight.

Dead! The man had a heart attack, the hostages freed.