ʕ•̫•ʔ---Bi-blouk

A side effect? What do you mean?" I demanded, closing the distance between me and Usumgallu in an instant. Without even realizing it, my hand had latched onto the collar of his shirt, yanking him forward.

A wave of something raw and uncontrollable surged through me—anxiety, anger, an itch to throw a punch just to relieve the pressure in my chest. 

My vision blurred at the edges, painted in shades of red. My body buzzed with restless energy, my fingers twitching with the urge to strike.

And worst of all? I was smiling.

A slow, sinister grin spread across my face before I could stop it. 

Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice screamed that this wasn't normal, that I wasn't the type to lose control like this. But another part of me, the one riding the high of this unfamiliar rage, wanted to shut that voice up.