Then, something. That something could have been confused with 'nothing', as Mitsuya would probably imagine that the little lights she saw in the air were just the result of her brain being shaken by the force of the impact on her face... But they weren't the typical hallucinations born from migraine. No, these...
These were organized. They were patterns. Nay, threads... woven and shining in iridescent colors, like a spider web. She saw them crossing the room, through the air, and gathering around the door. It would cause her a little headache, should she pay a lot of attention to them, but... she could almost see the pale image, like a blinking light, of some sort of test. Runes. Certainly not kanji. And even more strange, she would, if she focused, be able to translate them.
They read in words that spoke to the little girl inside her... words that the adult, concrete, mechanical mind would have trouble swallowing, but the child within could read easily. They were abstract. They were... not a command, but a suggestion, repeating itself over and over.
"Ignore." "Look away." "Ignore." "You have other things to do." "Ignore." "You should be somewhere else." "Ignore." "Ignore." "Ignore."