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Rika nods solemnly and purses her lips; she's relieved that he hasn't had to go through more trauma by the otherworldly forces of another onryō. However, she fears he may not be able to help her. She had heard of the Yamamura curse, and how it can be subdued by passing it on, viewing the tape... But Kayako Seiki was more malevolent, and no one had found a way to lift her curse.

"This family..." She pulls a crumpled photograph from her hoodie pocket, held together with tape, but one piece is still missing, "their home is linked to a curse." She hands it to the young man and points to the hole where the matriarch's face would be, "Kayako, the mother. She-" A shiver runs down her spine as her heart sinks in her chest, "She and her son were... murdered, by the father."

The young woman takes a ragged breath as she cradles her arms, her posture shrinking as she continues. "Th-the two of them latch themselves onto anyone unfortunate enough to-" her ears ring as a sharp pain shoots through her temple. Rika raises her hand and rubs the side of the head, "to step foot inside of the family home."

She shifts her gaze to meet Yoichi's, her eyes full of dread, "And I was a caretaker at that house after they had passed on."

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What's their favourite dessert?

Do they prefer cats or dogs?

1: Fave Dessert!

Yui - not traditionally sweet sweet, Yui, favorite dessert is Dorayaki, or Honey pancakes stuffed with red bean paste!

Yun-Jin - Yaksik, which is similar to a Rice Krispie Treat, except made with honey instead of marshmallow, and typically served with dried fruit and nuts!

Min - Black sesame ice cream; it’s simple, and she can usually get it at the corner store near the Laser Bear dorms!

Rika - Bubble tea, her favorite being Taro Milk tea with brown sugar tapioca pearls, she prefers to drink her dessert, rather than eat it!

2. Cat or Dog person?

Yui - Dogs, hands down! When she still lived with her dad and Grandmother, she had a pet Shiba Inu named “Mame” (or Bean in English)!

Yun-Jin - Cats, more specifically Oriental Short-hairs; while she was with Ji-Woon on tours, she had her cat, Opal with her (Opal was a typo when she was communicating with the breeder, wanting it to be Opus, but she loves her Opal, regardless)

Min - Cats! She’s never had a pet before because her parents thought she wouldn’t care for it, so she would collect her allowance and feed the local strays!

Rika - Dogs, Rika’s too scared of cats, especially because of the events of Ju-on; she rescued a stray puppy and named Mochi because he is a sweet little fluffball!

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Rika, being a very meek, yet kind person, doesn't hold hatred in her heart... That is, except for one person. A survivor who she feels is a catalyst to the entity taking innocents to be sacrificed repeatedly, Taurie Cain.

She sees Taurie as the opposite of herself; whereas she is selfless, willing to put herself into harm's way to help her friends and fellow survivors, to her, the occultist is selfish and cruel, having worshiped the being that thrives on suffering, willingly doing so in the search of knowledge, regardless of if it hurt others.

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After the Urami || Modernverse for Rika Nishina

Peering through her loosely interlocked fingers, the figure of Takeo, the patriarch of the Saeki household, meets the gaze of the young caregiver, inching ever so slowly towards her. Tears pour down Rika's face as she quakes with fear, curling up and tucking her head to her knees. {I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.} She repeats the words in her head over and over, waiting for her inevitably gruesome demise... But it doesn't happen.

She peeks her head above her knees, the spectral man's arm reaching towards her, trembling heavily. With a wretched snap, his wrist folds in quickly, falling limp as he lets out a horrid cry. Suddenly, his feet are yanked out from under him, his face hitting the ground as he's dragged towards the staircase, the apparitions of his wife and son pulling him by his legs up each step. Rika watches silently in horror as the distance between herself and her assailant grows.

Kayako, the mother, looks up as she's heaving the man along the path to the room of her murder, her gaze meeting that of the young woman's. Fear quickly crawls up Rika's spine, causing her to jump from her position, running through the front door and not looking back. She runs as far as her weary frame can carry her, unable to tell exactly where she is before collapsing from exhaustion, her breathing labored.

Memories flash through her mind like a horrendous slideshow: Mariko being pulled into the attic, the students from the missing posters whose spirits are now a part of the curse... Then a memory from years prior of her mother on her deathbed. She has had a gift for Rika that was supposed to be for 3 years after this, her fifteenth birthday, but they're time together was growing exceedingly short.

A small silver pendant on a shiny silver chain is placed delicately in her hands, the chain dangling between her small, youthful fingers. "A komainu," her mother tells her. "The protector against evil spirits, it'll keep you safe... after... I'm.... gone...." The beeping on the monitor increases in speed, before falling flat; a hollow tone filling the air of the room.

The sound fades as she comes back to reality, the sound being replaced by the howl of a police siren, zooming past her towards that accursed house. The feeling of grief and dread finally start to boil over, forcing her to curl up as she begins to scream and sob. She was lucky, one could say. She had survived the unrelenting curse of a mother scorned by the family's murder...

But at what cost?

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Care Recipient: Peter Graham / @ripgray || Continued from HERE

Rika found it difficult to be straightforward with touchy subjects that left her horrified. She takes a deep breath and looks up, met with soft, yet stern chocolatine hues. "I-I used to work in Suginami- in Japan..." She hesitates, closing her eyes for a moment as she gathers her thoughts further, "The house my client lived in h-had a horrible incident occur inside."

She swallows the lump in her throat as she looks up at Peter, dread crawling up her spine like an icy vice. "A mother and son were b-brutally murdered, their spirit's full of rage." She cradles her arms together and she slouched forward, closer to the young man, "They latch themselves onto anyone who crosses the threshold of that home."

A single tear runs down her face, her lip quivering and breath hitched, "I-I'm the only one who's ever made it out a-alive."

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Care Recipient: Peter Graham / @ripgray || Continued From HERE

Rika hesitates before elaborating, "F-Figures or people... who, um-" She tries to think of the right phrase, biting her lip as she looks around at the ground, almost as if she's literally searching for the words on the tip of her tongue. "Who have already passed on... o-or exist in a world beyond our own."

The caregiver had heard tales of ghosts, spirits, and apparitions from friends and colleagues in the past; like a glimpse of a shadow in their peripheral, or voices in the middle of the night... but never stories as similar as hers. Malevolent spirits, possession, and curses bestowed upon entire families were unheard of by many she had come across... but this young man was different.

With the way he carried himself, she could tell he was haunted by something.

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As the weathered figure fades away, Rika's breathing becomes ragged, her grip on the handbell tightening as she holds it to her chest. She could feel the Wraith's presence around her still, the soft chitters growing closer to her from the position he was in. The young woman had run away from the horrors of life, before and after being taken by the entity, but she was always found.

Her form begins to crumple, pulling her knees to her chest as she feels the man standing over her, his breath rattling from his lungs. She's horrified of him, but also envious. Why couldn't she hide away like he could? When could she become unnoticed by the other survivors who target their anger towards her.

The trauma of the fog made others lash out, and, with her being the meekest and most pathetic as most would say, she was the easiest target. She opens her hand, the small keepsake lying gently in the palm of her hand. Her mother had given it to her before she passed away after visiting Kyoto, and she hoped with every fiber of her being that somehow her mother could help her, even after she was gone.

"I-I'm sorry..."

Rika holds a tiny silver hand bell, gently chiming it as she looks at Philip with sad, puppy-esque eyes. "Um... I-it's not working..."

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Had the Wraith been met with such a meek display within the confines of a trial, the survivor wouldn't have made it very far; the killer was merciless with the rare exception. However, beyond what he was bound to by the Entity, bloodshed was more of a chore than a pleasant past time. Though he lacked any remorse for his deeds, Philip also didn't go out of his way to slaughter. He merely stares from behind a silver shield, canting his head as chitters vibrate off the inner surface of the mask like a macabre echo.

It was . . . laughable, honestly. Was this survivor intending to mock him and his father's bell? He had yet to decide, though spindly digits tighten around Azarov's spinal column, nonetheless, raising the weapon in tandem with the brass bell; two collisions ring out before Philip is once again one with the spirit realm and imperceivable to the human eye.

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Rika Nishina, a 23-year-old caretaker, was taken by the entity of the Dead By Daylight universe during the final moments of the “Ju-On” movie, taking place in 1999. This means she would’ve been born in 1976, and would not have experienced the turn of the century. During her time before the fog, she focused mainly on her studies, but loves music, with her favorite artists consisting of Pink Lady, Akina Nakamori, and Seiko Matsuda.

She has a very docile/meek personality, but that does not overshadow her determination. When her life or the life of others is at risk, she will fight tooth and nail to make sure everyone makes it out safely. Being a caretaker, she can sense when other survivors are in need of healing, and will do whatever it takes to make sure they can keep fighting.

She doesn’t exhibit much fear to physical threats, knowing that even if they have unique abilities, they are still confined to a physical form. However, given the events occurring just before she was taken into the fog, astral/spectral beings shake her to her core, one killer who died in a similar fashion to Kayako (the onryō from Ju-on/The Grudge): Rin Yamaoka.

*This is mostly headcanon due to the fact that her story before the events of Ju-on was never truly explored.*

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Her lungs feel as if they're going to collapse from such labored breathing. Rika looks at the bloody specter crawling towards her between her interlocked fingers. Suddenly, Kayako's spirit faded; replaced only by the sound of heavy footsteps... and a feeling of dread. As the neared, a man appeared from the darkness of the hallway, hands drenched in blood of his deceased wife.

Finally, it clicks. He was the reason of the curse, the onryō that dwelled in the Saeki family home. "N-no... Please don't," Rika cries as she begs for her life, the man's bloody fingertips inching ever-so-slowly towards her face. {I don't want to die,} she thinks to herself, closing her eyes and hoping, begging anything would prevent her eminent demise. She hears the man's labored grunts as she opens her eyes, finding the man's arms being held back by... hair? Had her spirit given the young woman grace to leave?

Before she could try to understand what was going on, the onryō's locks faded to mist, as did the hulking figure of Takeo. The tension in her chest eased for a moment, only for the tension to be exacerbated by the dark mist crawling up her limbs, tendrils wrapping around her body. {Did Kayako even have a choice, or was this a power even greater than that of her hatred?} She let her body fall limp as she is taken by this enigmatic entity, her eyes falling closed and mind losing consciousness.

She begins to feel a jostle of her shoulder, her eyes lightly fluttering open. "Hey, a-are you.. okay?" Her vision slowly regains focus, setting its gaze upon a young man in a dinosaur hoodie, kneeling over her in concern. "I think so." She looks around to the sullen faces surrounding a large campfire.

"Where... Am I?"

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Care Recipient: Laurie Strode | Continued from HERE

Rika quickly applies aid to Laurie's wound, carefully applying the antiseptic agent as the words leave the young woman's lips. {Done for.} The phrase causes the caregiver to pause for a moment, her gaze meeting the other's as she looks up from her injury. "I-it'll be okay, I promise."

She had been left behind before, the feeling of dread creeping up her spine as she felt she was merely prolonging the inevitable. But, this time was different. Rika was the one lending aid to another. She was the one that could help them to safety... And she wasn't going to abandon Laurie.

Rika smiles softly, finishing up wrapping the other's leg with gauze. "Don't worry, we'll make it out of this..." She pushes herself off the ground, extending her hand to Laurie as her smile widens.

"Together."

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The caretaker looks up at the young man, quaking with fear and struggling to speak. She inhales and exhales slowly to try and compose herself. "T-the Spirit," she holds up a trembling finger, pointing to the sanctum of the estate, "Sh-she came from the room with all of those hooks."

As the last word pours from her lips, the sound of a lengthened gust of wind writhes past the two survivors. Rika clasps her hand to her mouth, trying desperately to stifle a yelp of fear as a tear runs down her cheek. "I-I'm sorry, D-Dwight," she sniffles as her breathing becomes ragged. "I'm t-trying to keep it t-together."

She presses her hands against the wall of bamboo behind her to get up slowly from the cool dirt beneath her. She looks down to the leader as she extends a hand. "Let's-" she takes a ragged breath, "let's go." She shrugs lightly, to brush her fear away, "I may need help, but I have to get it together."

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" Maybe if i'd done things differently, they'd still be here. " -for Rika!

Rika's heart sinks after hearing those words. She felt the exact same way when she couldn't save her friend Mariko from the Saeki curse when she was taken into the fog. She gently lays her hand on top of Jane's to try and comfort her. "You did what you could for them." her eyes meet those of the young woman sitting beside her. "I know it's difficult, but we can't blame ourselves for things that are out of our control."

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As one of my fave albums EVER, I needed to share this for mah girls as well lol! XD

Ayreon: "The Human Equation" Lyric Prompts:

"Why are you so concerned?"

"Let your conscience be your guide."

"You know it's always been that way."

"Won't you ever learn? Don't. Try. To hide."

"You can't beat death at his ruthless game."

"You fill me with doubt."

'Do you think he knows it?"

"Help me out, this means nothing to me..."

"You must be patient, time is a healer."

"You were afraid to live, now you're afraid to die?"

"You rose so high, you were bound to fall."

"No matter what you'd say, he'd always disagree."

"Come back to me."

"There are still so many borders we could cross!"

"I swore that I'd get back at them."

"You've got to prove you're not like the rest."

"He's struggling to survive."

"What's holding you back?"

"I couldn't move, couldn't talk anymore."

"Don't mess about."

"Remember your father? Well you're just like him."

"You're better off dead!"

"She depends on you."

"Why should you care?"

"Seize your only chance!"

"I wish I could go back and mend my ways."

"You'd sell your own soul!"

"I'm not a heartless man!"

"What will you do to gain your end?"

"Can you live with this betrayal?"

"You cannot run, you cannot hide, so face it!"

"Look at you, lying there defenseless and alone."

"Me? I never fail, loser!"

"Without me, you're all alone!"

"Now you finally understand."

"Now you know the truth, what will you do?"

"It's all my fault, it tears me apart!"

"I felt alone, forsaken, and afraid."

"You were never here, and even when you were, most of my words would go unheard!"

"Tell me please, what can I do?"

"I knew we could make it!"