[center][h3][b][color=92278f]Nora Evans[/color][/b][/h3][/center]

Back at the small apartment that Nora called home, the poor girl was just waking up. After the terrible nightmare she had experienced two nights ago, she hadn't really felt like going to class and had been sleeping in past the end of the school day. At least she thought it was a nightmare. It had to be. How else could she explain those strange crystals that appeared behind her and that strange silver-haired boy appearing as if from nowhere, just before she took her last breath? It had all felt so real though, especially the intense pain and warm blood she felt pooling around her. Could she really have imagined all of that?

Finally rising out of her bed, the first thing the blond noticed was just how soar her back and neck felt. It was almost like she had spent the entire night sleeping on the floor. As she pushed herself off her mattress though, she realized that that description wasn't very far off from the truth. Releasing a surprised scream, she pushed herself away from the pile of broken and shattered crystals that had once been her bed, backing up against the wall near her door. Upon touching the frame though, it too was suddenly encased in the dark structure.

"Oh my God! What's happening?!" she managed to shout out before a sudden migraine took hold of her. Wincing at the pain, she instinctively reached for her head and began to rub her temples in the hopes that it would help dissipate the discomfort. "No! No, I can't touch anything!" she reminded herself, remembering what had happened to her bed, the door frame, and the warehouse two nights ago. Immediately, she stretched her arms forward as far away from her body as she could.

Backing into the corner of her room, Nora curled herself into a ball as she unconsciously continued to use her Sacred Gear, forming a cocoon of crystal around herself as she tried to hold back her sobs. "What have I done? What did I do?" she asked herself aloud, thinking that this was the result of some mistake she had made in the past. Perhaps it was some divine punishment for lying to her parents in an attempt to avoid moving. Panic would subside into acceptance though as she realized there was no escape from her situation. It appeared that she was fated to die yet again.

Once she was completely surrounded in the solid formation though, she found that she wasn't suffocating as she thought she would. Instead, it was almost as if she had trapped herself within a snow globe or crystal ball, though one that was much more dense and harder to break than either of those objects. "What do I do now?" Nora asked herself, her mind momentarily wandering to the memory of that silver-haired boy with colorful eyes. If that night was real, then did that mean so was he? Would he come to save her yet again? She hoped he would, otherwise she saw no possibility to get out.