Heroina

The vision snapped back to reality, leaving Elena gasping. The Governor was the city’s "savior," the man promising to scrub the streets clean. But the key sang a different song—a song of a massacre covered up to build a shining new empire.

She saw fire. She saw a man with a jagged scar across his palm locking a door while people screamed inside. She saw a crest on his ring—the seal of the current Governor. Heroina

The Governor dropped his gun, staring at the sky in horror as his own face, decades younger and covered in soot, stared back at him from the heavens. The vision snapped back to reality, leaving Elena gasping

She didn't fight him with her fists. She reached out and touched the stone wall of the room. Using every ounce of her strength, she projected the "memory" of the room outward—not just to her own mind, but to the air itself. She saw fire

"You should have stayed with your books, Elena," a voice rasped.