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"I don't think eating anything from this place would be a good idea," Sasha rubbed her temples as she waited for Evan to gather whatever he wanted to gather. "This place is .. you can't trust anything here. Nothing is what it seems."

She moved towards the door and turned to face the others.

"The woods.. not a good idea, either. The first time I was here I was.. left there. Weaponless." Sasha lifted her chin and watched Evan and Matt defiantly, as if daring them to make a comment. "I've been weaponless ever since. Nothing up here," she lifted a hand to tap against her temple.

"So we need to be careful. We need to stay wary and alert or we will not make it out of here alive. If you think that a clearing in the woods is the safest place to be, we can find a place, I'm sure. Right now, we're stuck between a rock and a hard place. Do we stay here, or near here? Or do we go into the woods where... she is."

Sasha cleared her throat.

"She's some kind of ghost. I don't know her name, but I am almost certain she's the one who took my weapon. I don't know why, but I have to find Nona. That's why we're here. That's the only reason we're here."

She felt a cold sweat settle across her skin.

"I have to get my weapon back."

Sasha tucked her hair behind her ears and took a moment to compose herself.

"Leave the food. Gather your supplies. We stay away from the main house. We stay away from the chapel. We go to the treeline and we find a place to set up camp there."

"I think it'd be better t'stay on open ground, pers'nally," Wash voiced finally. He was relieved that Sasha had decided not to go down after the missing hunters, but also concerned - he didn't like the idea of leaving them to their fate.

But what choice did they have?

"Once it gets dark out here, real dark, without anything 'sides starlight - we'll be sittin' ducks. At least outside th' trees we'll see 'em when they see us." As an afterthought, he added, "An' lord help you, don't summon a weapon. Those runes'll be like spotlights."

Sasha moved out of the cottage, stopping on her way to pick up any supplies that Dylon or Jerry might have left behind. It wasn't really surprising to her that something sinister had probably happened to the Moon and the Sun - it came with the territory, as Sasha had learned the hard way. This was not a pleasant place, and the sooner that the others realized it, the better for them all.

Offering Wash's arm a slight squeeze as she passed by him, Sasha set off walking towards the treeline. She could see the chapel in the distance, the estate beyond it.

"There's a ghost here. I think she's a ghost. Young. We share many physical similarities. I think she's the one who took Nona but I can't be sure."

She talked as she walked, her stride short and clipped.

"We'll sleep in teams. Wash and I will take first watch. Evan and Matt can take second. If you see or hear anything - anything - say something. Even if it might seem silly."

Sasha very much doubted that any of them would get any sleep that night.

"This looks like a good spot," Sasha continued after they'd walked a fair distance. "No fires. No weapons. Same rules as before. If someone comes along, let me do the talking."

Some time had gone by, but Jerry wasn't sure how long. It was strange, sitting out alone in the dark like this. He still got the same twisting feeling in his stomach that raced down his legs and up his spine to the primal terror senses of his brain... but he just... digested it differently now.

Terror had turned into Hatred. Hatred he could cope with.

He stared off across the clearing, scanning the tree line and was disappointed to not even spot a whisp. He settled for quietly humming to himself, pondering bagpipes and fiddles.

Roar's interest lay in the woods, something primal from his life before a weapon calling to him. What he wouldn't love to get a gollem of his natural shape and go running across the moor, howling into the wind and rain. Maybe mangle a few passerby for kicks... The weapon finally noticed his Hunter beginning to nod off when he gave a mental growl.

If you're passin' out, go tag the pup.

"Huh?" Jerry awoke with a snort, pushing his glasses up his nose as he looked around frantically, "I wasn't-!" He blinked a few more times before hauling himself to his feet, "Yeah... yeah it's... probably been long enough-" He whispered before making his way over to Dylon, crouching beside the other hunter to blearily give his shoulder a shake, "Hey ah... t-tag, you're it, ahahaha." He yawned. "So far there's been very little going on, thank God. If you start to nod off, just wake me, okay?"

The first watch passed quietly. Sasha had remained quiet as she sat huddled next to Wash.

When it came time to switch, Sasha let out a low sigh.

"Evan. Matt. Are you sleeping?"

Evan had been resting in a semi-alert half doze, turned down just enough rest without falling into the true oblivion of sleep. He jerked as Sasha said his name, pulled suddenly into alertness. "No," he replied, quickly shaking off the disorientation of being so abruptly awoken. "Is it our turn?"

The second watch began quietly enough for Evan and Matt. Sleep seemed like a laughable dream to Sasha and Wash but exhaustion overwhelmed them soon after laying down to rest, dragging them down into a deep, heavy sleep.

When Sasha next opened her eyes, she'd find herself standing in a large hall of mirrors that turned into a maze the further she walked. Each mirror had an ornate frame, the wood intricately carved with small scenes and symbols, music bars, and brief scripts. Within some, her reflection was a man, in others, a women, all in different clothes, most bearing coal black hair, striking blue eyes, and pale skin. Many were a bit dim, blurry, or fogged. Many more has cracks spidering through. A few were simply empty, not even granting Sasha a view of herself within them.

Each and every one had a lock.

Looking down, Sasha would see she held a key, dark and heavy with purpose.

The broken mirror swung open, and Sasha woke up in the abyss, fear clenching painfully around her throat. She was dying. She was going to die soon if she didn't...