It had been almost a complete day since the massacre at the park, Ace could still see the bloody faces of dozens of dead and mutalated Gifted and hear the screams of dying people ringing in her head. She could still feel the rush of adrenaline and fear pumping through her veins with each trembling step she took. Ace was on her way to a "safe haven" for Gifted that she had heard about only a few hours prior. She was afraid and she could practically feel every single pair of cold, scornful eyes pierce her very being like the cold kiss of a blades steel pressed against her throat. 

Ace made her way down the street and eventually arrived at the bar. She quietly cracked open the old, weathered wooden door and peered inside. She saw many small figures huddled around what appeared to a young man in his mid to late teens on one side of the room and on the other was a group of young adults around the same age as the other man she had noticed moments before. Upon further examination she had noticed one similarity between them - they were all Gifted. Ace sighed relieved, she made it and was safe for now at least. 

Ace slowly opened the door and walked inside the old building and closed the door behind her. She paused and looked around at the concerned look of dozens of Gifted children, before quietly walking over to a corner and curled up into a trembling ball.