[Jurinjo]

The attack came during a peaceful Virginia day. The sun hadn't quite set yet but that entire day Gan felt a sense of dread in his bones. Something had changed, like a new sense that let him see a different part of the world. It grew stronger for some reason as the day progressed...he swore he was going crazy. Which scared him more as he thought about his schizophrenic grandmother.

Gan walked into the local thrift store. Breathing its distinct odor. "Ah, nostalgia." he sighed to himself. Something about old thing fascinated him. He often wondered about who held that book before. When he passed by the children's clothes he couldn't help thinking about what that child must look like now.

The teenager was so focused on the items it wasn't until he was right next to the impressively fit woman that he noticed something about her. Gan swore he could see her aura. He stiffened up, unconsciously looking into her eyes with a hint of fear. Not of her but of himself.

Ok, so the attack hasn't quite happened? Or...well the aliens are following her and leaving a trail, which is being successfully covered up thus far?