Kira hadnât 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 dadâs footsteps of being a teacher. However, she had no idea how he handled high schoolers every day. No, sheâd be perfectly fine in elementary (my dear Watson). What she hadnât 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 wasnât 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.Â