Flashback Haunted Fantasies (Private)

[Matthew]

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"Here?" His voice was calm and controlled, hiding his unease at the situation. He glanced to the woman who he was with, awaiting an explanation.

The girl excitedly tugged upon his hand, her eyes glistening with lust and excitement. She pulled him along towards the abandoned ruin, running her tongue over her lips, gaze wide with awe. She had paid the House of Immoral Pleasures an incredibly silly sum in order to take a man of her choice to a local house where she could play out the pleasure of her choice. Matthew had no idea it would be outside the walls of Ravok, a tad within the nearby forest, and an actual ruin. It looked to have once been a stone house, crumbling and rotting now, but showing signs of once-held life. There were tattered drapes on some of the shattered windows, and what looked to be a melted candle in one. The entire house was decayed and collapsing, but it still looked somewhat safe to enter. And by the way she was pulling him towards the front door, it appeared like that is what they were going to do. Her fantasy was love-making in the ruin?

"It's a haunted ruin." His blue eyes shot over to her, his face betraying his sudden surprise. So not only were they outside the safety of Ravok in the unknown wilds, but they were outside of it to visit a haunted ruin? She giggled, the sound sultry and filled with lust, her eyes shining at him with the unmistakable gaze of a woman who craved something very specific. He felt no actual attraction, just noted it on a professional level. If she was this ready just by being here, he couldn't imagine it would be a hard job at all. If they managed to avoid any wilderness beasts, at least. "Apparently, a Ranger constructed this with his bare hands, wanting to hide his family away, outside of Ravok. No one knows why. They stayed here for only a few nights before every single one of them was murdered, except for the husband. His body was never found. Some say he gave his family up as sacrifices for Rhysol. Some say he was beset by wilderness beasts. Some say he simply went mad. No one knows." They were now upon the doorway, and she quickly turned the rusted knob, pushing it open just a crack and turning to press herself to Matthew. He instinctively tensed, allowing his firm muscles to flex against her curves, giving her the pleasure of feeling the solid flesh beneath her.

"You are the husband." He managed to control the surprise on his face this time, but somewhere inside, had known that this was going to happen. If she liked fear, she probably was enticed by violence. What a better way to meet both of those things with a haunted house murder mystery? "I am the wife. Do you think you can handle abusing a woman, if that is what the customer wants?"

He didn't hesitate. He was a professional.

His magic swirled in the air, taking her inside of his Hypnotic aura. He instinctively assumed a mindset, and then swirled the ideas of that mindset against her flesh, teasing her with ideas of violence and heat. Her eyes widened briefly, her hands coming up to grab onto his chest, nails digging in. She couldn't explain it, but she would be able to see the shift in Matthew. His body would straighten, his muscles tense, his eyes flicker with darkness and danger. All little subtle things, but things that added up to make a whole new man. He inserted a thought, building upon the ideas in the air, letting a single word flow into her mind as if it was her very own. Dangerous.. Her lips curled in delight, and she opened her mouth, only to be met with the back of a hand. He slapped her hard, sending her spinning through the opened wooden door, her figure collapsing onto the floor and two cries echoing out. The first was of pain. The second was of utter pleasure. Her face twisted to match the sound, a bruise already lighting on her cheek. "Perfect. Perfect! I am going to go upstairs, into one of the bedrooms. Find me, Matthew. Murder every inch of me." She growled it throatily at him, climbing to her feet, running up the collapsing staircase in the middle of the bottom floor without a thought to her own safety. She vanished at the top, into a hallway, heading to one of the bedrooms. God knows what would already be in there.

He visibly relaxed, changing back to that calm and professional person of before, running a hand through his dark hair as he glanced around at the various doors and hallways. This was a new one, even for him. This is what he had came to Ravok for, though. To study the darker side of his career.

[Levissa Certier]

For days she had been unoccupied, simply wondering around the city aimlessly, checking out whatever there was to check out. The man suddenly coming up to her offering her a job and a nice amount of money was a refreshing sight. But as he explained what he wanted her to do, Levissa was getting more and more unsure. She had expected for him to ask her to throw out some ghosts from his mansion or something, but apparently that was not the case. As the Spiritist listened, her eyes looked at her client critically, trying to figure out if he was messing with her.

“So let me get this right,” Levissa repeated, ignoring the exasperated glance the man was giving her. To her, she had every right to question this little mission of his. It still sounded a little weird even after several repetitions. “You want me to check on the old ruins in the middle of nowhere for your friend because she had a taste in haunted locations.” Purposefully, she put some accentuation on some words, implying some things she rather not say out loud.

He didn’t give her much to work on, just some sketchy details about this wild girl with a wild imagination and a wild desire. Apparently, this girl had been nagging him about that place for days - which he had so dutifully ignored - and then she just decided she would head off to the ruins on her own – or with company. Levi didn’t get much, really. Obviously he was hiding certain details, but he was a customer and she didn’t prod their business. “And you’re asking me to look for her because you fear there might actually be ghosts there, but you don’t want me to bring her back?”

The young man clenched his jaw as he ran his fingers anxiously through his hair. She had to admit, it was funny to infuriate him. “Yes, yes, we’ve gone over this. I don’t need you to do anything. Just see if she’s there and go back here. Tell me and then I’ll pay you.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So do you want it or not?”

“I’ll take it.” She didn’t see why not. It was a simple task. Go out there, check the place out and report. Easy gold. Besides, if the place was haunted, Levi was quite interested in the mystery shrouding the location. The man had given her a quick version of it – some guy had decided to build a hiding place in the middle of nowhere and then his family was killed there for some unknown reasons.

Ravokians, she thought, they have the most peculiar lives here.

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The man had given her some good directions and there was actually an old path leading to the house, so she had no problem finding it. It was not too far from the city itself, but it was well concealed if one did not know it existed. From the looks of it, though, the path was recently used. Maybe the girl was there. Not that she could think of any reason for a girl to want to spend her time at a place like that. Well, Levi would, but she was a ghost hunter, far accustomed to such things than a rich, city dweller.

The ghost hunter paused, pulling the reins back as she arrived. A shiver went through her as soon as she broke into the clearing, her eyes spotting the crumbling stone house. It must’ve been grand back in its days, standing two-stories high. All things considered, the building held its ground well for something of its age.

Levi patted her horse’s mane soothingly, sensing its tense muscles. “You feel it too, don’t you? There’s something wrong with this place.” Revenant seemed to neigh in assent, taking several paces back, away from the house. There was not much that could unease her horse like that. He had been with her for some time and had been more than accustomed to the presences of the dead. If something was unnerving him, she should take some more precaution.

Several yards from the front door, Revenant stopped entirely, refusing to go on. Levi sighed and leaped down from her steed. “Alright then, wait here. This should be quick.” She shouldered her quiver and loaded the crossbow that rested against her forearm. The crossbow on her back was loaded as well. She was pretty much ready. Every single one of her weapons had been covered with her Soulmist, making sure it would hurt a ghost just fine. If she was lucky, it would not be an old and experienced ghost. But from the stories she heard, if there was a ghost, it would be strong and maybe even violent. Exactly the kind she needed to send to her goddess.

As she closed the distance, she could feel the death from this place. It was strong and it was disturbing - enough to make the hair on her skin stand on its end.. She mumbled a quick prayer to Dira, asking for her guidance rather than protection. Steeling her nerves, Levi ran her fingers across its wall, not entering just yet. The place was very recently disturbed, alright – either by some curious adventurers or that girl she was told to find.

Carefully, she circled the old house, trying to spot any noise to indicate a presence inside – either living or dead. Her steps was silent and measured, not wanting to alert anyone or anything.

[Matthew]

The girl spread her legs, dress hiked up around her waist, underpants tossed to the side. She was wide open and ready, more than eager to get started with the most arousing fantasy she had thought of yet. The man was gorgeous, the man was the first one to have agreed to this sort of thing, and he seemed to be capable of doing what she wanted him to do. Gods, she hoped he would be able to. She shuddered, biting her lower lip, darkened eyes staring expectantly to the door she had left open for him.

A white sheet covered his form as the harlot entered, the clinging cotton showing off every single inch of his muscles, as well as the one tool that she needed him to put to good use. She roamed her eyes over the bulge eagerly, beckoning him with a finger, his little ghost costume gliding forward without a sound. She giggled, amused at his cute display, but hoping 'cute' wasn't what he would be going for when it came to the rest of their game. "Oh, what are you, a little ghost? Can't you be something a little scarier than that, Mister Matthew?" Her fingers reached out, snatched the sheet, and yanked it off of him, a soft moan escaping her lips as the desire to see his body overcame her.

There was nothing under the sheet.

She had mere moments to scream out in utter terror before it materialized before her, completely bare, rotting, smiling. It took her, though she felt nothing as it entered. She continued to scream, scrambling backwards on the bed, tears suddenly spilling from her cheeks. A painting pulled from the wall, and flung itself furiously at her head. A cry of pain echoed out as it struck her, blood spurting from the sudden cut. She tried to scream again, but this time, her ankle was tugged, yanking her across the floor. She felt old nails and splintered wood shredding her back, and this time, the scream was involuntary. Through teary eyes and pure panic, she noticed what looked to be a woodsman's axe, levitating in the air. She merely had time to draw breath for her last and final scream before it plunged down, burying firmly into her skull.

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The scream caused Matthew to jolt, and his head whipped up, blue eyes widely staring up the stairs. He wondered for a second if his nerves had caused him to imagine anything, but a second and more desperate scream caused all hesitation to vanish. He leaped up the stairs, taking them two at a time, moving by pure instinct. The very top piece of the staircase splintered underneath him, all rotting wood, his leg shooting through the hole and landing on some sort of support beam underneath. Scream after scream echoed out, and he frantically tugged at his leg, desperate to get it out. Finally it yanked free, and he dashed past doorways and hallways, moving at a blur through the old ruin. Why would someone build a house out in the wildlands, where it was impossible to live in the current age? And why was he out here, even though he had known how insidious the wildlands could be?

He stepped into the doorway that he had traced the screams to, realizing everything had gone completely silent. Flicking blue eyes all over the scene, he fixed his gaze upon the girl, noting how her head had been split open like a piece of firewood. Bile rose in his stomach and up his throat, and for a moment, he nearly lost his lunch all over the floor. Then, a pillow from the old bed flung in a straight line and smacked him in the face.

Surprise overcame the sickness, and he paused, blinking.

A painting flung from the floor, the middle of it smashing into his face, and he stumbled backwards as pain blossomed. Raising a hand to his nose, he felt blood, and even more panic consumed him. He turned, having enough wits to slam the door behind him, and bolted for the staircase, keeping a hand cupping his bloodied nose. This was insane. Ghosts weren't real. Soulmist and all of that, it was just a plot to make money.

The dead body and his aching nose claimed otherwise.

[Levissa Certier]

At first everything seemed calm, She did not note anything wrong except for some scuffling noises from inside the structure. Something was definitely inside – though it could be an animal of some sort. Her quick trip around the house revealed nothing worth noting, either the building itself or its surroundings. The place definitely harbored some dead spirits but then again, most place do. Magic flowed into her eyes, enhancing her vision, trying to catch any movement. When she found nothing, she loosened the tension that had settled in her muscles and started to jog. The jar of Soulmist in her pack thumped noisily against her quiver, distracting her a bit.

Levi still could not understand how anyone would want to go this place - if they have any sense of self-preservation. With her heightened sense, the sense of doom was almost overwhelming, but she doubted anyone – even the most mundane – could have missed it.

Her thought was cut short by a sheer, ear-splitting scream. It sounded hysterical and very, very human. The lost girl was here after all. Levi sprinted her way back to the front of the house. Revenant paced nervously, seemingly eager to bolt into the woods and leave his rider back. Thankfully, he did not. Levi turned her attention back to the house and wondered what had just happened. That scream obviously did not signify anything good. Another shortly followed, this time even more panicked. And suddenly cut short. She dared not even think what might’ve caused her to be interrupted.

She reached for the door and turned knob. It didn’t work. Somehow it was locked. It made no sense, how could it be locked? Another crashing sound. No animal would make such a noise. Cursing under her breath, Levi tried another shove. The door was sealed shut. She took a step back, her mind searching for a solution. She could just break it. Yes, that should do it. It looked weak and worn by time; it shouldn’t put up too much of a fight.

Taking a deep breath, Levi tapped her right foot twice, a gesture she had made for herself in order to channel the Flux magic. The magic focused on her leg, giving it more strength than the ordinary girl would possess, the djed energy directed to the particular limb. She brought up her leg and kicked the old door once. Twice. At her third try, it swung open with a crack.

The ghost hunter practically leaped into the room, having no idea what might be inside. Her eyes immediately landed to the stumbling figure that was climbing down the staircase. In a burst of speed, Levi straightened her left arm, pointing her bracer crossbow right at the figure. She moved precisely, exactly like the trained fighter she was. Every muscle on her mind readying itself to move in motion when needed. Her fingers rested on the trigger, just a little tug would send a Soulmist covered arrow flying. Even if the man was not a ghost he could be a murderer who brought the girl to kill her. It made sense to her. What better place to dump a body but a creepy old house in the middle of nowhere?

She stood between the man and the exit, her cloak billowing behind her, the hood drawn down revealing her face, the face of a delicate young woman even though her actions showed otherwise. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

[Matthew]

Matthew froze in the middle of the staircase, hands shooting for the air as the young woman appeared. He wasn't at all hesitant to stop and become a hostage, seeing how she had business attached to that crossbow of hers. Her demand reached his ears, and he quickly complied with a response, voice slightly shaky, blue eyes dancing with a small amount of desperation and fear. "Matthew. I am a prostitute. I came here with a young lady to fulfill a fantasy she had that involved haunted ruins." The words tumbled out over each other, carefully pronounced but uttered quite quickly. He couldn't help but note how silly the story sounded, the back of his mind screaming for him to come up with a lie. He had naturally ignored it, deciding that a lie wouldn't be best suited for such a situation. It appeared he currently had something murderous behind him, and now a young woman with a sharp weapon in front of him. He had not imagined his day going like this. Not at all.

Underneath his feet, the staircase creaked, the rotting wood protesting the weight that was stuck on top of it. He narrowed his eyes down at his boots, then glanced back up at the girl, eyes focusing on the point of her crossbow bolt. He chewed his lower lip nervously, blue gaze shifting between multiple emotions. "She... she is dead. A... a ghost killed her. Something killed her. It is after me." He whispered the words urgently, glancing over his shoulder, wondering why it hadn't come after him yet. Perhaps it was stuck in that room? Maybe he was safe here. "You have to believe me. You can go look. I won't offer resistance." He wiggled his hands in the air, as if to prove he was a hostage quite easy to work with.

The door slammed shut behind her, the force of it causing a spiderweb pattern of cracks to appear on the old wood. Matthew couldn't help but let out a small noise, eyes widening just for a second, his teeth tightening on his lower lip to prevent the noise from getting any louder. He had already shown enough cowardice for one day. But ghosts?

"Hush."

The whisper echoed out, and suddenly, the room dropped a couple of degrees. Matthew involuntary shivered, glancing around in obvious bewilderment, having no idea that this had anything to do with what he had just seen. Behind Matthew, a small child materialized, holding a stuffed teddy bear by the hand. The child was torn, various hack marks placed throughout her body. The bear she held was pristine, except for a single splatter of blood on the side of it's face. "Daddy says hush." Matthew didn't move, eyes as wide as saucers, staring right at the hunter and her weapon. If he turned, he would get shot. If he didn't turn, he might get axed. He had no idea what to do. He just hoped the woman in front of him was hearing the same thing he was. The ghost merely stood behind him, ignoring Matthew and fixing black eyes right on the hunter. Black soulmist rose from the edges of the little girl, smoking off like inky tendrils.

[Levissa Certier]

Matthew. As odd as it might sound to others, his story made sense to her, considering what her client had told her earlier. But still, even with all the oddities she had discovered in Ravok, Levi was surprised that someone was actually agreeing to the girl's request. She couldn't be sure if he was crazy brave or stupid. One look at his face told her that he was quite horrified by whatever had happened

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" she said rather sharply, wanting to test this man in front of her. She wondered if she should tell him what she was sent here to do or what she could do. At the same time, her mind was working overtime to assess their situation. Levi never left her eyes from the man, but she wasn't exactly paying a close attention to him either. So far, the hunter had seen no ghost even when she was trying to. Probably it was scared with two people here? But of course not, it had attacked when there were two of them.

Fortunately, the answer had presented itself to her. A biting chill settled itself in the room, stinging her skin. The temperature kept dropping, until every breath she let out produced a puff of white mist. The sharp, distinct of smells of blood and rotting flesh invaded her nose. There, up on the top staircase, she thought. A man, rotted from the inside out, with a maniacal grin. Then, he was gone.

Just as quick, a different ghost appeared, this time a little girl. She simply stood there, dark tendrils reaching out from her petite body. Levi was not surprised when the little girl had looked straight at her, giving no attention to the man in front of her. Ghosts tend to do that, singling her out - or any spiritist really. The girl was gruesome-looking, even compared to the countless ghosts she had encountered previously. It would only make sense that the girl chose to stay.

Carefully, Levi lowered her weapon, both for the man's sake and the ghost's. It might not be the cleverest of moves - especially if it was true that the ghost was violent enough to kill - but she had made a promise to herself never to attack a ghost first. Her reason to hunt them down was so they would leave willingly. Most of the time, a little persuasion and a request from them would do the trick, but she doubted it would work this time. "Why are you here?" Levi asked with a forced calm. "I can help you."

So focused she was on the young girl behind Matthew, Levi never did saw another ghost appearing a short distance away on her right. When she caught a movement in the corner of her eye, it was to late. Something slammed into her. Hard. The force strong enough to throw her onto the ground. Instinctively, she cried out in surprise, ignoring the pain that had flared from her left shoulder. Hastily, she scrambled onto her back, eyes flickering

She hoped the ghost girl did not turn her attention to Matthew.

A face loomed over her. It was a face of a young man. He seemed to be kneeling down beside the spiritist. Half of his face was torn bloody, an eye completely gone. The other half resembled what might have been a fair-looking boy, his brown eyes bloodshot. Just like the girl, his body was decorated by grotesque wounds, disfiguring him. "Don't make a sound, sister. He is coming." A hand reached out to touch her face, making her cringe. The touch was cold and light and horrifying.

"You'll be better this way. You won't be hurt this way." His hands went around her throat and then he squeezed. Levi gasped, her lungs surprised at the sudden lack of air. Just like every other ghost, his touch was cold enough to cause her skin to burn. Levi bit down her tongue, trying not to lose her cool and started screaming. She thrashed around, hoping to break free. It was decidedly harder than she had expected. That was enough sign for her to switch tactics.

Levi brought up her left arm, aiming the crossbow as best as she could with someone on top of her. Slowly, her breaths came out in short bursts. It seemed like I have to use force with these ghosts, she thought, her finger tugging the trigger. Unfortunately, as soon as the arrow was launched, he disappeared. It embedded itself on the ceiling, shuddering for a short second. She knew she had to move. With a grunt, she pulled herself onto her feet, coughing a few times. Her hands went around her neck, feeling the throbbing pain.

The room instantly returned to its warm state once again, but the disturbing scents lingered. Levi could feel the presences retreating, deeper inside the mysterious house. She would have to look for them soon. There were three. Three. Levi could not be sure if she would be able to handle three violent ethereal beings at the same time, not ones who were daring enough to try to kill them. Clearly, they died horrible deaths and usually it was more than enough to anchor a soul to this world.

Collectedly, the ghost hunter turned her gaze to the said prostitute. She was composed, but at the same time, alert - something she had learned from years of chasing wraiths. One could almost believe that she had not just survived a killing attempt from a ghost. "My name is Levissa," she explained, "I'm sent here to look for a girl. Dark hair, brown eyes. Is that the one you've been with? Can you show me where she is?" On a second thought, for the first time noticing his bloody nose, she added, "Are you alright?"

[Matthew]

He answered her sharp question quickly, shaking his head in a no. "Of course not. But it is true." He was the sort to be straightforward and simple, likely a good thing at the moment. His voice still trembled though, betraying his fear, his eyes not daring to dart around and see what might be behind him. He seemed safe for the moment, stuck between the unknown behind and the threatening girl to his front. As long a she didn't move, neither one of them seemed to be in a rush to kill him. Chills shivered his body, and blue eyes blinked, glancing down to his form. He noticed the puff of white air blowing from his lips as he breathed, and he rose an eyebrow, his logic whispering that this couldn't be possible. The woman lowering her crossbow distracted him though, and with a relieved sigh, he slowly lowered his arms to his sides. Still remembering that something was behind him, he kept his movements slow, worried that anything sudden would summon the wrath of whatever it was. He still remembered the sight of the girl, with the axe buried deep into her forehead. His stomach twisted, and his body shivered with something different than just the cold. He had to take a deep breath, swallowing bile that threatened to push up from his stomach and out his lips. Thankfully, this place was filled with distractions, and his blue eyes widened as he saw another thing just appear beside of the girl. With a cry, he lunged forward, opening his mouth to warn her just a second too late. It somehow attacked her, invisible force flinging her to the side. It was on top of her in a flickering movement, vanishing and reappearing as if his speed was too great for Matthew to comprehend. While it didn't look whole, it was now choking her, and he reacted with utter panic. He had no training in this sort of thing. He just swung, fist arcing out, crossbow bolt narrowing missing the muscle of his arm as his blow cleaved through thin air. He nearly spun, but caught his balance, spinning around to stand next to the girl. He was slightly crouched, obviously untrained and nervous, eyes darting about as he examined the now-empty room. It was the little things that betrayed his fear of the situation, his appearance rather calm and elegant otherwise. He had obviously worked hard to appear clean and handsome for this messy house, which was a stark contrast to everything else that lingered in it. Snorting as something stopped up his nose, he then remembered the blood, and gingerly touched fingers to his face. His nose didn't appear to be broken, so he merely pushed each hole shut seperately, blowing through the open nostril to dislodge as much blood as he could. It sprayed down, some of it speckling his nice clothes, much to his dismay. Her words caught him off guard, and he blinked, turning to her with a mild look of surprise in his eyes. The blue stare seemed to be slowly calming down, now that there was no chill and no threatening things appearing all around. "I... Yes, that is her. Was she in some sort of trouble?" It wasn't uncommon to run into criminals or married women, from what he understood. After a moment hesitation, he motioned for her to follow, nodding his head at her last question. "I am fine. Thank you for asking." He carefully led her up the stairs and to the bedroom, showing her in and turning his head away at the sight of the brutalized woman. He rose a hand to his mouth, shuddering for a moment, then quickly spoke to get his mind on something else. "What are those? Ghosts? I have heard stories. Never... never ran into one." Hadn't believed them, really. Soulmist and lingering spirits? It wasn't sound. Not in his mind. He was obviously going to have to re-evaluate that.

[Levissa Certier]

Deliberately, Levi followed the man, who was leading her up the stairs. He seemed to be more composed now, coping a bit better. It was quite impressive that he didn't ran out screaming after his clientele seemed to be murdered - not that it would help. Whoever it was still drifting inside this halls, would not let them go so easily.

"Well, not really," Levi said, "I was just simply sent to find her by some man. Can't be sure why. Probably just her lover or something." She scanned the room, looking at any signs of anomaly. The place was still perfectly furnished with broken down beds and paintings and decaying rugs. One particular painting was tossed on the floor carelessly, its picture undamaged. An painting of a family was visible there - a family of six. Father and Mother. Three girls and young man - probably the eldest. She recognized him as the one who had tried to suffocate her. Levi could not help noting that they all had brown hair and dark eyes.

Levi pressed her lips together, but otherwise showed no distress over the dead girl. She was never fond of brutal deaths and especially its victims' tendencies to refuse to move on. The scent of death and blood was thick in the air, so thick that it nearly choked her on it. A vision took over her in a sudden jerk. Levi could hear the scream again, saw the axe rotting figure taking the dead girl before killing her grotesquely. It was the same one she saw hovering up the stairs. "And now, you have. What else can it be? Its curious that you've never seen one. They're pretty common." Only half paying attention to her words, Levi tried to get a closer look.

As she knelt beside the pale, limp body, Levi muttered a small prayer to Dira, to pray that this girl's soul decided to move on instead of dwelling here. She reached out and closed the girl's eyelids. "Can you tell me exactly what happened here? I mean, you must have done something to disturb this place." Straightening up, Levi looked straight at Matthew, hoping he could help her somehow. Even though, he had calmed down for the moment, Levi could not help worrying that he might be quite susceptible to a possession.

[Matthew]

It was almost amusing how out of everything that had happened, the mention of his client having a lover caught his attention the quickest. The harlot-to-be sharply turned his head, fixing blue eyes upon the ghost hunter, furrowing his brow with a look of displeasure. "Do you really think she had a lover? I dislike it when customers come to me and they already have lovers. That makes things so horribly complicated for me when the lover finds out. Somehow I am the one to blame, regardless of the fact that the client was the one to freely spend the coin." He clenched his jaw, shaking his head. "I do hope that she didn't have a lover. A lot more to blame on me this time." The dead girl caused him to turn away again, blue eyes scanning the room for anything else to look at. The picture was noted, but the connection not yet made. While his eyes were looking elsewhere, his mind was still locked on what had just happened. Everything that he had just seen. Glancing over at her, he nodded at her casual words. He could appreciate simple explanations. "You are right. Perhaps I am just lucky. I have certainly heard of them, they just never made sense. I don't like unsolved puzzles. Things that don't pass on." Crossing his arms, he gave the corpse another look. For whatever reason, this time, it seemed a bit easier to take in. He studied it, taking a few deep breaths, reining in the fear that was churning around somewhere deep inside of him. Like all other emotion that plagued him, he despised it. He knew he wasn't being much of a help to the woman. He was too stricken. Stupid. Swallowing hard, he let his blue gaze return to hers as she asked him a few questions. "She wanted me to role play the part of a murderer, I believe. One who decided to rape her instead, lured into using her as a plaything instead of turning her into a victim. Depraved, but most of the Ravok fantasies are. I was told to wait downstairs while she went and hid. Then, I was supposed to find her. Stalk through the house and hunt her down. After she went upstairs, that is the last thing of note that happened. The last thing that I was there to see, anyway." He clenched his jaw, once again reminding himself to step back, to calm down, to take a look at the situation. He did want to help. And it was a puzzle that he would despise leaving unsolved. There was another question that occurred to him suddenly. "Who are you, again? And how do you know so much about this? It isn't everyday I run into someone who is so very knowledgeable about such things." The girl was quite a mystery. He hadn't thought about it before, as he was so preoccupied with not being chopped into tiny little bits. He added a few more words on at the last second, tone genuinely curious. "Why can't we simply just leave? Will it follow us?"

[Levissa Certier]

The last thing she expected was for the man to prick up at her comment about her client. "I think you have more things to worry than to be accused as a relationship-destroyer." Considering what had just happened, she wondered how he still thought about that. "He might accuse you of murder or something."

Levi cringed slowly at his explanation. Despite that she was no stranger with subject, to think that a girl not much older than her hired someone to sort of thing. It was ghastly. But what the harlot said was true - Ravok did have some very disturbing . . . things. It was not the kindest thought, but to her, the girl had it coming. Going out here? With a paid prostitute in hope for some mad fantasy? Yes, there were people who still do not believe in ghosts or that they could be very violent, but still, it was foolish. She sighed out loud. And now, she had to clean up the mess. "The ghost that attacked you." She pointed to her own nose. "Was it the same one?" Levi asked, referring to their attack just moments ago.

Dira sent her here for a reason and she could not see one more obvious. "Well . . . I'm a ghost hunter, a spiritist. I deal with these sort of situations for a living. There are stories about this place. My client was afraid to that the stories were true and so, here I am."

Matthew asked a good question and she haven't really thought about it. "I don't know, to be honest. You can try and see what happens. He already killed someone so maybe he'll let us go." The hunter unsheathed her dagger and handed it to the prostitute. The blade had been covered with her own Soulmist and it should be potent enough. It did not offer him much protection, but it's certainly better than nothing. "Just in case we pissed the ghosts off by leaving. See anything, stab it. You can go. I prefer to stay for a moment, try to figure out this mystery. It's my duty, after all." Carefully she watched him, trying to gauge just how disoriented he was.

There must be some kind of clue, an explanation to what happened in this awful place. It did not seem anyone else had disturbed the premises - everything should still be in its place. It might've been raided or something, but she doubted it. Just by looking at the building, anyone would've known something was wrong. Levi could at least explore the place. If she was lucky, she would stumble upon he locations of the deaths, maybe get a glimpse of their last moments.