Katrina looked up at Smoke, and without thinking, started to probe into his mind. She sent wild visions and fantasies coursing through his thoughts, those of the ground underneath him falling and him being released into a fantastical unknown land below, where he could bend the very laws of time itself. Dreams of Katrina when she was younger, drawing pictures of her crazy visions, and pictures of her as an old lady sitting on her porch, listening to the songbirds. Visions of utter pain as vines stretched around him, climbing through his ears and down his throat; tendrils of smoke blurring his sight as creatures of the night leaped up at him and tore into his flesh, everything all at once... it was all to real for her and for him. Katrina raged on and manipulated his reality, and she could only manage to give him images and feelings of grief, for that's all she had ever felt. She knew no different.
She thought he could hear him screaming, confused; her powers were unlike other hypnosis wielders. She specialized in illusions, she made them unbearably real. After only a few minutes, she was tired- weak. The visions passed and she was left a small crumple of girl, curled up in a ball on the ground, her sides heaving. She had tried to show him- but she knew that no matter what, he would not be able to see what she did.
-Rainy