Kira hadn’t been expecting much when she came back to Beacon Hills. No grand welcome, just running into people she used to know here and there. She was staying with her parents until she found a place she could afford, enrolled in college classes to follow in her dad’s footsteps of being a teacher. However, she had no idea how he handled high schoolers every day. No, she’d be perfectly fine in elementary (my dear Watson). What she hadn’t been expecting, though, was for gunfire to break out at this political gathering. Everyone around her began to take cover, the smart thing to do. She wasn’t prepared to handle this. Her belt that turned into a sword was rendered completely useless against someone with a gun. She looked around, as though if she found the source, she could do something about it. Everything was chaos, though, and she felt powerless.