IC: Crystalia (some cafe) The glass suddenly slipped out of Crystalia's grip and hit the floor a second later, shattering into a hundred glittering shards. Crystalia was frozen as a dark armored figure walked towards her. A heavy black cloak covering his face in shadow. Even though the figure wasn't really there, but a ghost in Crystalia's mind he still filled her with fear. "You made me an oath," the figure said. "Your soul belongs to me Crystalia. You traded it to be my assassin... You traded it for money and for skill... And look at what it has gotten you." The figure swept his black gloved hands at the cafe and vanished. Everyone in the bar instantly changed, they weren't the same Matoran and Toa she had just seen talking as if everything was normal, no they were now all someone completely different. She had seen all of these faces before. They were the faces of everyone shed killed in a contract. They even looked dead, their masks cracked, their tissue green and rotting, their eyes lifeless and white. Crystalia looked down at her hands and saw that they were running with blood. "No!" She screamed as she fell back, knocking over a table as she backed into a corner and began to rock herself back and forth. "No... Stay away please..." OOC: so everything she just saw is in her head If your confised, the figure, the dead, the blood on her hands. She's pretty much trippin' bawls.