Lysa
A few hours earlier
As the day draws to a close, the weight of other people's emotions finally begins to crush me. I've been holding it together all day, but now, alone with my pack, I can't keep them at bay any longer I'm starting to crumble. I'm an empath, a psychic, and today was a day of constant stimulation, an onslaught of feelings that aren't even mine. It's like being in the eye of a storm, feeling the chaos swirling around me, but I've had to stand still, enduring it all. I've managed to hide the extent of my exhaustion, playing it off as a headache, but now, a new sensation hits me.
Amidst the blur of emotions, I sense anger, malice, and an intent to cause harm. As much as possible. The images that flood my mind are new, but not something I want to see. I can clearly see
