— Dreamer's POV —
Seated in the backseat of the center SUV, my hands were wrapped over my chest and my eyes were shut tight. The loud, distant crash meant something was wrong, and from the thoughts of several police officers outside, I could tell someone had blocked my path.
Yes, my ability, Dreamer, is where I derived my name from. It forces me to hear the thoughts of everyone within a thirty-meter radius like they are screaming out loud. Because of this, I have no other choice but to suffer a never-ending migraine.
It's really hard to live like this; that's why I turn to alcohol and hard drugs. When I'm high, the voices turn to whispers. Unfortunately, at a delicate time like this, I need to be in my best shape just in case something happens.
"DREAMER! LUCIUS BLACKWATER IS HERE TO AVENGE THE DEATH OF BLACKOUT! SHOW YOURSELF, YOU FUCKING COWARD!"
