For most, life is a journey; for a select few, the journey becomes life. My life has ended, and the reason to continue my journey has begun. We were attacked by these guys in crimson cloaks James called the Cerberus. Apparently, they are assassins of some kind. Turns out, James is a fugitive they were hunting for treason, which--if I'm being honest--is pretty cool, but it almost got us killed. That wasn't fun. Now he has transported us to his world and has taken me right into the heart of the resistance. On top of all this, I find out my perfectly normal self isn't actually normal. My powers began to wake up and develop shortly after we entered the world. Michael, Doc, and Patrick are always on my case about learning to control my emotions. My powers are controlled by my emotions to a degree, and I keep accidently attacking people, mostly Patrick. Things got even more complicated after my first vision, and I don't know how to tell them that the cloaked man in my vision felt familiar. I am connected to him, and I don't particularly want to find out how.