Rika nods solemnly and purses her lips; she's relieved that he hasn't had to go through more trauma by the otherworldly forces of another onryō. However, she fears he may not be able to help her. She had heard of the Yamamura curse, and how it can be subdued by passing it on, viewing the tape... But Kayako Seiki was more malevolent, and no one had found a way to lift her curse.

"This family..." She pulls a crumpled photograph from her hoodie pocket, held together with tape, but one piece is still missing, "their home is linked to a curse." She hands it to the young man and points to the hole where the matriarch's face would be, "Kayako, the mother. She-" A shiver runs down her spine as her heart sinks in her chest, "She and her son were... murdered, by the father."

The young woman takes a ragged breath as she cradles her arms, her posture shrinking as she continues. "Th-the two of them latch themselves onto anyone unfortunate enough to-" her ears ring as a sharp pain shoots through her temple. Rika raises her hand and rubs the side of the head, "to step foot inside of the family home."

Sparring Partner: @fogsnatched / Yui Kimura

The spectral woman stands silently at the top of the stone sanctum, her eyes closed as the tattered kimono the entity had bestowed upon her flowing gently in the cool breeze. Rin opens her eyes after an explosion from a generator indicates the presence of survivors on the estate. She projects from her cold husk to the origin of the noise, finding two survivors, one taking off in the opposite direction, the other, a young speedster standing to hold her ground. The onryō's features shift to a sadistic grin as she speaks, the words pouring from her mouth like a potent venom.

His head rested on her shoulder, picking at the blades of grass they were sitting on. It had been months, maybe even years since they were taken here. The Entity deciding they were the next victims, scooping them from the best day of his life and turning it into a nightmare. He couldn't help but sigh, thinking back to where they were. Both living their dreams, business partners..-- now? Now what was their purpose?

"You ever think about the shop? -- The kites, covered in dust, eroding due to sitting there so long with no care?" His words almost pained. They weren't just kites, he saw the beauty in everything, thinking of them being forgotten... tore away at him.

@fogsnatched | starter for Zarina

Dusk. The orange sun stuck on the dark horizon, never to set. It colors the abandoned ghost town in a sunset haze, the fog drowned by dust. It illuminates the old wooden structures no more than the usual oversized moon. Brianne’s body stays locked to a splintering wall, her mind trying to push through the fear of the unknown. Memory is foggy, she’s uncertain how she got here, but a feeling, deep set in her bones, tells her she needs to survive. Wide eyes catch a glimpse of another, a young woman, her steps fast but paced with a certainty of direction. ... Zarina? A familiar face from the campfire.

     A deep breath gives Brianne the courage to move. The sight of the Survivor’s footprints on the sand became an aid to follow, adding her own as she does. Past cacti and broken crates, the imprinted path stops at the entry to another building. “Zarina?” The shout stays at a whisper, hoping to alert her and her only to her presence. 

Thalita Lyra / @fogsnatched Joined in the Invocation:

The fog finally clears from around Taurie, her vision lightening as she feels soft sand beneath her sneakers as she turns to observe her surroundings. Dilapidated sandstone remains of buildings surrounding a tower, the discordance song of crows circling the top. Turning to the other side, she spots a fellow survivor, a beautiful young woman with deep olive skin, Thalita, slowly inching towards her.

@fogsnatched | ACCEPTING !!

Dwight's stomach churns violently, bile threatening to burn his esophagus at the sight of his own crimson coated wound. He never got used to the pain or the way his own injuries spiked such an intense form of nausea in his bones. Wincing, he removes the left sleeve to expose the gruesome puncture wound in his shoulder.

【 ❝ a little bird told me you’ve been struggling lately. what’s that about? ❞ ji-woon approaches yun-jin while she’s distracted with a generator, standing a fair enough distance away as to not unintentionally scare her off. then again, there’s always the thought that standing too close would invite her to try and attack them, and as amusing as that would be to see, their purest intention was to have a simple conversation. surely yun could stand that?

❝ who’s been giving you trouble, hm? do you need me to have a talk with someone to leave you alone? it’s okay to ask for help every once in a while. ❞ it’s difficult to hide the least bit of mockery in their tone. but, ji-woon was hoping ms. manager could see the irony in the situation. it wasn’t like her to slip like this. at least before, anyway. 】

        ❝ Then who do  you  blame, Yoichi? ❞   Elizabeth asks with a length to her words. Not that she disagreed with the sentiment of course. It was simply in human nature to try and find a source to suffering, wasn’t it? A curious smile lays on plush lips, head atilt as she awaits an answer.