The ghosts of her past continued to haunt her.

The parents she'd disappointed, the boy she'd left behind, even the teacher who had taken her under her wing in the hopes of helping her realize her full potential. She saw them all before her as clearly as the last time she'd seen them. Their frowns, knitted brows, and downcast eyes. She hated those expressions, the disillusionment of their ideals written across them like ink on paper.

How could any of them have known her true potential? And if they had, would they have been heartened or horrified? Knowing ignorance was bliss, she concentrated on the souls before her, their ethereal forms, and ripped them from existence.