It was impossible for you to accept, there's no way you could believe she was capable of murdering so many, but when she didn't come home for hours, and the blood stains in her shirt grew more and more red, maybe the signs were there all along

She was angry, furious that her powers were hidden, that where she came from and how she got here all a lie. The house had finally stopped rumbling, she tore through it with ease, maybe trying to take any life that was held inside the walls where she once felt safe

You look through the window, up in the sky in the void of faint stars, she was there. Her crimson eyes burn bright, as she whispers:

Kyrie: "I'm home..."