*I walk out of the tailor's, getting a different set of gloves. Black silk, and imposing to even look at, I put them in my back pocket. I walk along, stretching my shoulder out. A few passing citizens shoot a look at me, before continuing on. I blink a few times, and realize that a red haze covers what I can see. I feel another presence, and begin running blindly down the street. I clip Acon as I run, too panicked to realize who it was.*