Flynt looked over at Karen and narrowed her eyes a bit, not understanding for a moment as she collected her thoughts. "Oh...gomenasai! I'm sorry! I do that from time to time when I am curious...I thought about a spirit doing this..." To herself she thought "or afraid", but kept that part to herself as she looked to where the other girl had looked. did she happen to hear something? Flynt sure hoped not, because she really didn't want to run into any spirits or ghosts that needed to pass on. the last thing she wanted was some ghost that wanted sex or some difficult task to pass on. She would not want to do either one, not that she would have much choice, since she was one of the many superstitious people in Japan that believed not helping the dead would be a very....bad thing. Looking back to Karen, she had a little bit of an annoyed, yet worried expression upon her face. "You are stronger than you look. Did I mention that before? If not, I guess I should have."

She was making light conversation, so that the fear she had didn't overwhelm her, but even then she had this feeling that today was going to change the rest of her days at Shokushu. It was a feeling she could do without, because to her, these feelings were almost always accurate. Instincts came naturally to one who's past was so murky, mucked up and just plain unlucky. "Just... don't leave me here, kay?"

"I had three older brothers that loved to tease me so I'm stronger then I look," Karen le a worried smile cross her features. This was odd ... she did not know what was wrong here ... that nothing logical made sense here and all the whispers of monsters could be true ... how could she refute it?

She continued on, there was little else to do, but the scenery seemed so real. So she pressed on. "Don't worry, no plans on leaving you unless you piss me off."

She joked though as they moved they could hear something. The echoing of their footfalls as they pressed onward. There was a slight delay with their steps and the sound that came back to them amongst the fog. Steadily the sound grew louder though as if whatever it was had been drawing nearer. It's pace longer and quicker than there's given their slower speed now.

When they stopped the sound stopped. As there pace increased so did it. Closer ... closer ... Karen quickened their pace, then it happened. Flynt felt Karen being pulled away from her by power arms lined with numerous scars.

There was a cloth in one hand, the cloth pressed to Karen's nose and mouth while a strong stench reached her nostils. Ether! Karen was yanked upward off of the pavement, her feet kicking at the air then when she stopped struggling a moment later her body was discarded to the side, a huge outline of a man resided in the fog glaring at Flynt as he giggled ... the sound recognizeable ...

Was nodding, and doing her best to ignore the footsteps as she continued on her way. It was only when she heard a small noise behind them did alarms ring in her head, but by then, Karen's fate was sealed, as was her own. Those arms... Flynt's anger rose uncontrollably as she saw those arms. A memory flickered, as some of her repressed memories squirmed, trying to surface themselves. She was already moving toward the man behind the arms, but as he looked at her, and as he spoke, Flynt just froze mid move. A deep rooted fear took hold of her, as reasoning an rationalization waged war. He was dead, so this was impossible. No he must really not be human. Those were rumors... No, all rumors have some truth to them... This line of thinking started to drive her a little batty, to the point that her mind just stopped thinking. The fear was there, but it was almost as if the coherent Flynt had left the building, as the emotions she felt on that day seemed to be happening all over again. "N-No...Not...him...Not....him..." Looking at him, with blank eyes, Flynt just stared, as if she were watching a dream. "Fucking.....spirits..."

"Missed me ..." he giggled in his trade mark way as she halted. Was this another spirit conjuring up a memory from her past or was this the restless spirit of her tormentor, it was tough to say at this point. Aegir watched on from his vantage point still aware but not really caring that Flynt still gripped her weapon in hand.

He usually was so brutal or subject to inducing fear but he did make an exception from time to time and this was a form of his entertainment. It was like watching an unscripted movie and proved to be interesting due to it's unpredictability.

Of course, reactions made him change elements from how he had intended them to go based on what they did. And now the big man smile, a hideous sight to behold, his face as scared as his hands as he pressed in towards her, the rag fuming with ether still in his grasp and it seemed apparent that he was going to grapple her or try to use that rag in some way since he did not seem to be armed otherwise.

It was at that point Flynt realized something. The memories and the current situation just did not match up. He would have had one hell of a scar on his face... not a bunch of little ones. The ones on his hands... No..those were not his either.. The thing that completely gave it away was the ether. He did not, would not, and perhaps could not use the stuff. One thing that had been told to her while she was prisoner had been how he always wanted his "little angels" awake, and able to move and make noises for him. It was then that the fear began to ebb away, and her knees stopped being jelly. The only downside was that as all this adrenaline was leaving her system, a feeling of passing out came with it. Her vision blurred, but she tried to ignore it as she spoke, a little shakily. "Give it up, ghost...No matter how you figured out what he looked like, this is is not the man who calls himself Olaf. Just leave me be with my demons, and go bother someone else."

She continued to watch "Olaf", and was even ready to try and run if the spirit continued, but she knew, in the back of her head, that she was not going anywhere fast. A part of her screamed to kill him now, and the rest of her didn't really disagree with that little voice. Yea, like she could do anything to him at this point. She may as well flip up her skirt and put a knife to her own throat.

Aegir watched on as a viewer would watch a movie. She was certain that this was a ghost though when last he checked he was still a living, breathing entity. He felt her revulsion to things, felt the inconsistencies there that gave her a reason to doubt though Olaf sprang forward.

For a larger man he was quite large but in mid leap he faded like smoke dispelled by a strong wind. Then the buildings melted away though Karen remained a close distance to her, face down and unconscious. That illusion he kept as well as the one masking her kendo stick.

But then things shifted around her quit suddenly. Walls erupted around her, it grew dim and she found herself in a building now. She could find that she was in a familiar looking ware house, arms behind her back as her wrists were kept in place by wire that tied them behind her back and a stone pillar.

Across from her was Karen, head slooped down, hair tangling and some blood staining the floor near her. She could hear a familiar giggling sound from somewhere behind her, as well as metal being dragged against metal.

Karen was sobbing near silently, her chest rising and falling as Olaf came back into view. He still sported the scars as he moved closer to her. "Awake now, my pretty? Good ..." He seized her chin tilting it back and forth as he inspected her, a grin on his features. "This is going to be quit fun ..."