It was late at night, and Tempest boarded the subway. She planned to linger there for the night since she didn’t have anywhere else to go. The ground shook and roared underneath her as if beasts were holding onto her feet. The creaky yellow lights shuttered out and back on insanely and it blacked out as it hit a tunnel.

Suddenly, the subway stopped screaming. Tempest looked around her, unsure of what happened. Being a teenage delinquent and runaway, she had seen a lot of crazy stuff, but not this time. Everything was silent around her. Not a creak. Tempest rose up and looked around her, but all she saw was black. Walking around, she stumbled, unsure of what she was hitting. Suddenly, she touched something hot. Burning hot. Tempest jumped back five steps and jerked her hand away, one of the support poles were glowing blood red. Her eyes widened as the pole appeared to stretch and distort into some kind of vortex. Then, all she felt was a large rush of wind pulling her in, and then, the sound thud, and black.