-- A book flies, breaking the window panel of the door. You turn to the door, as you feel your back hair rising, touching it, you open the door and enter.

-- Everything was disorganized. The books, the documents, the table, everything has been disorganized. However, you then notice a dark haired woman breaking down, breathing heavily. The woman then slowly turned to you, with her face horrified.

-- "W-Who.. Who are you?" She manages to say, below a whisper. She was wary of your presence.