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[i]Cries and explosions echoed in his head. 

Felix stood in a snow-covered field wearing his English uniform and a musket on his hands. 

Wailing of women and men alike rang in his hears. 

He looked around frantically looking for the source of the pain, but all he could see was the snow gently falling from the sky. 

Bullets flying through the air. 

Felix dropped the gun and closed his eyes. "Please... Stop. Stop!"

Blood splattered on the ground. Fire. Death. No escape. 

Wake up![/i][/right]

Felix's eyes shot open and were greeted by the white walls of his room. [i][color=brown]A nightmare...[/color][/i] He closed his eyes again, this time seeing nothing but the soothing darkness. He wasn't back there. He was here in London inside the South Bank House and sleeping in the room he had chosen. Still, his heart raced, and he could feel the cold sweat running down his back. Sometimes it was like this in the mornings. Felix would wake up to nightmares of the war. He usually stood in an empty field hearing all those things he heard years ago. Other times it was worse. Felix shook his head and pushed himself up from the warmth of his bed. No time to dwell on the past. He had to get ready for the meeting later on, and he didn't want to Ms. Agatha's lunch either. 

He got up and dressed in his usual black suit and a deep red cravat, a gift he had received from one of his soldier friends after the war. His friend. Richard had died just months after the war. No one knew how he died; they know that they found his body near an opium den in the East End of London. Felix understood Richard's struggle, and he understood why the man frequented opium dens. The nightmares and memories alone of the war made him want to go to an opium den in East End, but he still had things to do. He had come this far that getting addicted to that drug seemed like a waste to him. 

Felix left his room after getting dressed and ade his way to get some lunch. While had been in the South Bank House for three days now he had not been able to interact with the others inside the building. Felix knew there were a few others in the fourth floor with him, but Felix had only seen glances of them. Most of the time he had shut himself in his room or gone to the Hansford estate to visit his adopted siblings and train a bit more. The South Bank House was too small to train in, and he wondered if they would have a space to exercise their abilities and learn about the others also. He was quite curious what the others were capable of. 

Once lunch was finished, Felix made his way to the common room, just ten minutes before the meeting was to start. He knew the importance of first impressions and being on time was always important. He was a soldier and following orders was what Felix had been trained to do. So when the man, he presumed as Haji Karim, asked them to join hands he did so without hesitation. While it may have seen strange to the people in the room Felix knew that there was a reason why he had ordered it. Felix knew that Karim had abilities, much like the rest of them, and he was the one in charge, so there was no reason to doubt the man. 

Felix stood from the seat he had taken a few minutes ago and stood beside a well-dressed woman and gloved hands. [color=brown]"I am Felix Hansford, lovely to make your acquaintance."[/color] He took her hand and bowed his head. [color=brown]"Looks like we are being toyed with by the commanding officers."[/color] He glanced at Mr. Karim with a small smile and opened his other palm and waited for another to join in.