Run. Run. Run. It was the only command her body would listen to. It was the only thing she could do at this point. She ran far from that place. Even with the wounds she possessed, Ayana never once looked back. The portal opened and revealed the mirror. It was her way out. It was her only escape from this retched place she had once called home. Without a second to spare, she reached out, and slipped through. The darkness consumed her. It shut her away into a void where no sound could be heard other than her choking sobs. She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. How could she had made such a mistake? How could she have broken her own rules and fall for something so...idiotic?! Mirror after mirror began to appear, revealing various dream realms in which she could hide. Worlds where she could hunt and regain her strength before going back for revenge. Yes...revenge. It was all her heart longed for. It was all it would ever long for now. She no longer wanted to feel anything more. She no longer wanted to think of it. It was too painful...much too painful. "D-Damn..." A single push and another portal opened. All she could see was darkness...a pale moonlight...and blades of grass. The moist scent that hit her senses revealed enough that it was late night, or possibly early morning dew. Whichever the case, Ayana pushed herself through, landing roughly against the moist grass. Hands curled in around the blades, tearing a few as she forced herself to sit up. A painful gasp escaping her, reminding her of the wounds she had gained because of her own foolish views. Step by step, she took once she was up. They were slow, forced...shaken. She may have taken less than ten steps before coming to the bench, unable to move any more. She laid down, gazing up at the night sky, spotting few to little stars. The light posts of the park made it almost difficult to see them. Or maybe it was the city in general. Long strands of black laid beneath her, few managing to fall off the edges. Eyes of red staring up, lost in her own thoughts as a single hand kept her coat close. It was the only means of warmth she had...as well as the only thing she keep her blood from staining anything more. Physical wounds would heal eventually...but for now, she was at its mercy. For now, all she could ever do was lay here, and think back to what has happened. Find a way to go back and may them pay. But most of all...find a way to move on with a life she had once thought was perfect.