Trembling hands wrung the fabric clutched between them, green eyes darting to the door yet again as she shivered. Something was wrong. A dark sense of foreboding had settled over her. The dark presence in her mind was more noticeable now, and though she did not understand it, it frightened her, setting her mind ablaze with thoughts of all manner of dark threats. No. She would not let herself be bothered. She was safe here within the hospital. What could ‘get’ her here? She was fine… She would be fine.
The fear bothered her as well. While she could not remember much, she had gotten the impression simply from those ‘friends’ she had spoken to that she was supposed to be strong. How could this much fear be considered strong? She was weak. She hated it. Her mind wandered quickly back to the friends she had met; clearly they had some idea of her, some idea which she could not live up to. She was not strong.
A noise. Her eyes snapped back to the doorway. Something in the hallway… No. She was imagining things. Shaking her head and cursing her paranoia, she sunk down under the covers, closing her eyes. Perhaps a nap would clear her mind. Or further muddle it. She didn’t know, but she wanted more than anything to simply surrender to the nothingness of sleep. Instead, it continued to elude her. Cursing inwardly, she opened her eyes again, settling on simply staring at the ceiling.
… How had this girl escaped his gaze for so long, he wondered? Zorc moved silently from shadow to shadow, not bothering to enter the building the way a normal human would. He had originally come to check on this quiet servant, the one he had so easily overlooked - and then the magic had hit, and his objectives had changed.
She really had been a pretty thing, hadn’t she?
He had reached a higher level of the building. Zorc paused and felt - reached out with his soul for the piece hidden in the girl. The moment he felt it he grinned savagely, and allowed himself to sink into the shadows of the curtains.
A moment later, he had emerged from the shadows cast from her bed silently. Staring down at her, he took a moment to drink in the sight.
Not bad, not bad at all. Yes… she would do nicely.
Otogi exhaled softly and allowed her eyes to close yet again; it was a foolish hope, the hope for sleep, but she found herself wishing for it nonetheless, mind wholly undeterred by her current inability to fall asleep at all. The air in the room felt different somehow - it was a feeling like nothing she had experienced. The air was not different, but something was still amiss - the feeling of being watched? She did not dare open her eyes. Not yet. Steeling herself for whatever she would find, she opened them - and bit back a cry of alarm.
For a long moment she simply stared, breath catching in her throat, at the figure that had appeared by her bed. A clearly human shape stood over her, looming, almost - sending shivers down her spine and convincing her whole-heartedly of its inhumanness (silly - it was definitely human, she was simply letting her fear get the better of her.) And yet… There was a familiarity to the figure, something Otogi could not quite place, leaving her to blink dumbly for a few long heartbeats, trying to wrap her mind around it.
“Who are you?” she asked at last, voice steady but still soft, though she had a feeling she was supposed to know the answer. Something told her she - or at least the old Otogi - had known this stranger. Was this a visitor? She hadn’t heard the door open… And she was sure visiting hours were over. Was it known, then, that she had amnesia? Perhaps she would have to fill the stranger in…