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When (Surname) (Name) left her tiny one-bedroom apartment for the day, she didn't think she was going to die within the next couple of hours.
To be fair, it is highly unlikely anyone thinks that when they're wrestling into their shoes and trying to make sure they don't leave their keys inside the house. Again. Life for the mundane tends to be full of mindless worries that decidedly do not revolve around possible death.
Not that she knows all that much about being mundane to begin with, but the point still stands. Had she been leaving with the final stages of a task in mind, she might've been more worried since things go south all the time when one is a full-time mercenary like (Name). But today was supposed to be a light recon day to gather more of an insight into the daily routine of her newest target, and there was absolutely no action on the agenda.
Except when did life ever go her way?
Fate's giant 'Fuck you' to her came in the form of a minor villain with a not-so-minor shockwave quirk that the villain had little control over. From what she could tell through the confusion induced daze of going from watching her target indulge in a cup of coffee to watching the building across the street cave in on itself, the villain was lashing out with his quirk after a small attempt at robbery going wrong.
Her first thought had been something incoherent and crude and likely inappropriate. The next thought had been to follow in her target's footsteps and make a run for it just as the heroes began arriving to try and subdue the situation.
Getting caught in a villain attack is always a matter of severe disorientation. More so for someone like (Name) who suffered because of the sudden assault on her empathy quirk, filling her with fear and nervousness that didn't even belong to her. As the crowd passed around her, their heightened emotions hammer past the control she had on her quirk, and it became hard to even remain standing when her skull felt like it might spontaneously crack open from the pounding within it as all the foreign emotions screamed to be heard.
She gasped, dropping to her knees and clutching at her head as the only thing she could do when pain like she had never felt before bloomed in the spot behind her eyes. The cacophony of fighting and panic mingled into a sound as piercing as that of nails on a chalkboard, and it was all she could do to even keep breathing under the weight of everything she was feeling.
