Kaori's POV
Everything was burning.
Fire roared on all sides, swallowing homes, streets, and memories alike. Heat pressed against my skin as I moved forward, step after step, eyes locked ahead.
The thought of how these attackers had flamethrowers and guns built into their arms should have shocked me.
It didn't.
The question barely crossed my mind before vanishing entirely, drowned out by urgency as I ran toward where I sensed someone—anyone—still alive.
Smoke filled the air, thick enough to choke, yet my vision was strangely clear.
Too clear.
Every movement stood out. Every sound felt sharp. My senses were heightened to an unnatural degree, as if the world itself had slowed just enough for me to react.
It had to be my increased perception.
A perk of being a hero.
My awareness was razor-sharp, my body moving almost on instinct alone.
And yet, beneath that clarity, something felt… off.
I felt like I was slowly losing pieces of myself.
