The Killing Spree

"Is this all?" the warden's yellow pupils also had a vortex of aura in them, although slightly less powerful than Stark's.

"Please…" she looked above, and almost, ALMOST, showed an emotion for the first time in her life as she saw the purple drop of the lavender flower on the verge of dropping on her head, hoping with all her heart and soul that it would work.

Even when the warden attacked and mocked her, even when she was against a wall and on the verge of dying, she still had that emotionless look on her face, as she didn't care about anything else other than surviving and going back to the real world.

In that regard, she wasn't different from all the others, yet here she was, one of the few people who were able to advance this far, possibly since she didn't seek to fight anyone.

And yet… that simple hope was enough to change her ways.