The man is shoved into the booth wall beside him, and his hood is thrown back. His head is bald, his skin pale and hairless. His irises are a vibrant blue, and his eyes stare at you with as much emotion as a rock. The man then lifts you into the air with his own psionic powers and throws you over a couple isles of booths and onto a lone dinner table, crushing it beneath you. The customers and staff in the restaurant scatter silently, knowing something is up. You see the man soar over the isles with a great arching leap and land in front of you. He grabs you by the throat with both hands, his grip tight, and he hoists you up into the air in front of him, strangling you. Those cold blue eyes don't come away from yours.