~WREN~
The phantom flies across the room and hits the wall hard. I'm not even sure it can hit hard objects without passing right through them like an invisible wall until one side of the laundry attains a gaping hole.
A fire erupts on a cart with clothes. I only realize too late that it is coming out of my mouth. I try to control it but fail. It grows fiercely spreading around the room, attaching itself on anything flammable. Suddenly I'm trapped in a ring of fire with no exit.
"Wren!" Someone calls my name but I'm not sure it's not just in my head.
I don't want to be alone in here. I don't know how I got to this point and all I want to do is get out and forget all this. The phantom is still down but my rage is doubling by the second.
"Wren!" The person shouts again. "Fight it! You
