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Interesting would have been a bit of an understatement.
Even after the shape vanished, Jake still had his flashlight on where the figure had been mere moments ago, wishing it had just been a hallucination. It WAS just a hallucination... right?

The voice startled him, making him jump, and he swung the flashlight around, almost like a baton. It was probably a good thing Sherry was a good distance away from him.
... Shake it off? Too far?? Just where the hell did Mark send them?!

"If by interesting you mean terrifying, then sure." He was already moving towards the two paths. "Pick a path. Any path."

"You don't want to know."

The added light made him wince, and he raised a hand to shield his eyes. He didn't blame her for being angry, about, well, everything, but this just wasn't the time, especially when their lives were in danger. At least more than usual.

"... some ambiguous figure holding a severed head and a sword. Happy now? Of course, I could have just been seeing things..."
He only hoped it was just an illusion.

"I don't want to think about it."
He didn't object as she grabbed his arm, letting her lead him towards the path with the clockwise spiral.

Sherry was going to tell Mark she was sorry. Jake had asked her along, after all, so it was all his fault. It was all his fault they were exes in the first place- though she didn't plan to go into that right then. So she kept her mouth shut entirely. Besides, the connection was breaking up again and -- The shudder that followed the voice in the headset (which sounded nothing like a lecturing Mark) was involuntary.

"What?" She kept her voice low, quiet. And then footsteps, and that feeling of something behind them again. They couldn't dally, they had to keep moving--

She didn't even get the chance to cry out when something grabbed her. For all she knew, the darkness had just swallowed her whole.

Scratch scratch scratch.

Sherry would wake up somewhere damp and cold. It wasn't a far cry from the overall feel of the strange place, what was perhaps once a majestic building now torn apart by age and neglect. Her head hurt, someone had clearly knocked her out.

The high-pitched scratching noise stopped.

There was a large figured hunched over, wearing an ornamental wooden mask. The scratching noise was from him carving something, what seemed like a fine white material in the dim lighting. A fine white bone. It was long and perfect and oddly human. In the corner was a multitude of the same exact object, bone-like shapes carved into a fine point, enough to make a small dagger.

"Ahh this feeling," said the large, hunched over figure. He continued carving, "Animal bone is weak, human bone is weaker. But Hunter bone, I have heard, fetches a very high price."

He stopped carving and stood up to his full height. "Fight and squirm for me, little Hunter. Your Fear will make your bones valuable."

Noise, cold and pain were what Sherry woke up to, and even as her senses came back to her she knew this couldn’t be a good thing, a good place. Cold and damp, and she might have shivered if she weren’t concentrating on holding still. Old habit from her childhood- don’t move and it can’t hurt you. Except that was a silly notion, and she blinked it away as she opened her eyes.

Groggy as she might have been, she saw the mask, the figure wearing it. And the thing in his hand. She’d seen enough bodies in her time to know what it was. Bone. Carved bone. Sherry didn’t fight the shiver than ran through her. Not like she could hide here. Not in this room, alone with this masked being. Did they grab Jake, too? It...didn't look like he was here. Just her and the masked carver.

Animal, human, Hunter? It took her brain a few moments to make sense of the words. Price. Valuable. Was this…some kind of bone merchant? Was that thing?

“What if I’m not afraid?” she asked, looking up at the figure. She was afraid, but she was ready to pretend she wasn’t. “What will that do to the value of my bones?”

She might not want to admit fear, but she was certainly not ready to roll over and die. Head hurting or not, Sherry made to move, to stand and put a bit of distance between her and her new friend. She also figured it might be a good time to summon her weapon.