Drip… drip… drip…
The only sounds that Sophie could hear in the shower room were the sounds of water hitting the floor and the steady beating of her heart.
The water that fell to the ground was murky and unclean. It was a reddish-brown colour and one could easily spot tiny chunks of flesh mixed in with the liquid.
Drip… drip… drip…
Sophie stood quietly as wave after wave of painful memories from the mirror copies flowed into her mind. Her sparring session had gotten violently out of hand.
Eleven clones had been summoned using her Rsychosis technique. Not a single one remained after the training exercise.
She had killed them all.
Truthfully Sophie could not even remember what had happened clearly. It was all just a blur of violence and madness.
All she could recall was the sticky sensation of wet blood that stained her battlesuit and the unpleasant scent of death that filled her nostrils.
