#i think i have a design for beast!grimmer in mind...

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i have... IDEAS FOR A DRAWING.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Witness : 28

Pushing the Bounds

Character(s): dark!Bucky, dark!Steve, too

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Warnings: this is a dark!fic, it contains non/dubious-consent elements. Some violence as well at the beginning. It goes without (and with) that this is 18+.

In this chapter: oral sex, rough sex, anal sex, sex with multiple partners.

Summary: The reader must pay for breaking the rules.

Notes: Okay, so I’ve included warnings above but let’s make sure everyone goes over them before proceeding. This is a long, intense chapter and I want us all to get out in one piece. Also know that I am always open to talk. You readers are as important as me. Thank you all for being so wonderful in following this series and so enthusiastic. I hope we can discuss this chapter because I’ve been so excited to post it. 

Please, reblog and or reply with your thoughts!! I’ll see you in the next one. :)

So without further ado, let’s begin.

How was it that time could go both too slow and too fast? You pondered this conundrum as you tried to disappear behind your desk. You had been so distracted by your dread that you had barely been bothered by Steve’s arrival. His usual innuendos and wandering eyes didn’t even make you squirm. Even the thought of his hands closing around your neck and choking the life from you was not enough to eat away the fear of what Bucky had planned for you. You should have been horrified by the super soldier who had almost killed you in his lust but instead you were thinking of the one who had orchestrated the entire situation. Was tonight to be the end? Maybe he would bring Steve too. It seemed that the former Captain America was rather skilled at taking care of ‘problems’ and that’s exactly what you were, wasn’t it?

You forgot to take a lunch that day. You could barely manage to process the blur of black on white before you as you went about your daily toil. You waited for Bucky to reappear but he didn’t. Not until the bell tolled and your own day had come to an end. Would you be here tomorrow? You were certain you had pushed the bounds far enough that even Bucky’s perversion could not subdue his wrath. You began to pack up, your hands shaking as you zipped up your purse and switched off the desktop.

You came around the desk and headed for the elevator, your heel slipping and you stumbled forward, a collision with the hard marble imminent. You found yourself twisted around in air, your arm in a death grip as you were saved from your descent only to find yourself facing an even grimmer fate. Bucky’s blue eyes looked down at you as he held you at an angle just above the floor, a smirk curving his lips. Slowly, he stood upright, placing you back on steady ground. He kept hold of your arm, forcing you to turn around and walk beside him to the elevator as he pressed the button sharply.

“You won’t need those,” He reached over and took your keys from your hand, you struggled with him a moment before relenting. He tucked the metal ring into his pocket as the doors slid open and he led you inside. Flames licked at your neck as you faced your inevitable fate. Your name was to be added just below Gill’s on what could be an endless list.

The silence was suffocating. Bucky kept hold of you as the elevator opened to the first floor and escorted you through the crowd which flowed through the main lobby. He opened the metal door to the parking garage and marched you down the stairs and across the tarmac. Your mind was a flurry of memories; the other parking lot where you had witnessed his crime rising before your eyes. It was a deja vu which sent a shiver through you. You were stopped before his silver sports car and he ripped your purse from your hand, tossing it in the backseat before opening the front passenger door for you. You stared at the leather seat and he pushed on your shoulder until you made yourself climb inside. The door closed with a deafening click.

He sat heavily behind the wheel and backed out of the spot, flashing his pass at the booth and continuing onto the street. You spread your fingers over your knees, trying to keep yourself from trembling. Your eyes were hot with tears but you held them at bay, tipping your head back until they receded. You let out a subtle breath, turning your attention to the city scape outside the window. Where was he going? You had never been this way before. Your heart was hammering in your ears.

“Will you tell my mother?” You squeaked out, staring at your fingers as your nails dug into the nylon along your knees.

“What?” He grunted as he pulled into to a large complex, “Tell her what?”

“That I’m dead,” You whispered, slowly looking to him, “Please. It would kill to never know.”

“Get out,” He ordered and killed the engine as if he hadn’t heard your final plea.

You closed your eyes and sighed before willing yourself forward. You stepped out of the car and he was at your side in a second, his car beeping as he locked it behind him. His hand was on your arm again as he directed you towards the automatic doors of the building, a simple key code at the second set and you were once more trapped in a metal cage with the beast. The elevator dinged to reveal a massive, one-floor loft. It was a mansion compared to your tiny bachelor.

“Let’s go,” He tugged you out of the elevator, swiftly releasing you as he slid his key into the elevator panel to send it away. Was this his apartment? It must have been. You gulped as you looked around. The walls were a deep blue, windows stretched floor to ceiling along one side revealing the New York skyline below the setting sun. It would have been a marvelous view if it wasn’t to be your last. Ivory furniture decorated the immense room, a bar along the left side opposite a doorway which peeked into the kitchen and another into a hallway which would lead to the rest of the condo’s amenities. It was the work of an expert designer and you were almost envious.

The clink of glass drew your attention from the decor and you looked over to Bucky as he placed two square glasses on the bartop. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey you could never afford and poured it without a word. He took both in his hands and nodded to the long leather sofa before the glass coffee table. You obeyed the gesture, confused as to why you were so willingly marching to your death. He sat, setting the glasses before him on a set of coasters and pointed to the cushion beside him. You lowered yourself, wringing your hands as your chest felt as if it would collapse.

“Go on, take a drink,” He said, “Calm yourself down.”

You looked at him a moment before doing as he said. You lifted the glass and sipped, the burn along your throat urging a deeper gulp. You replaced the half-drained snifter on the coaster. He nodded and took a deep breath. “Steve doesn’t know.” You lifted a brow at the ambiguity of the statement. Bucky tilted his head, cracking his neck and continued. “He doesn’t know you were there that night.” Your fingers twined together painfully as you stared at him, “If he did, you’d be in the same boat as Gill.”

Your breath suddenly picked up and you felt the storm rising around you. You were hyperventilating, shaking, you had lost control. You pulled your hands apart and started fanning yourself, your eyes threatened to roll back in your skull. You felt Bucky’s hand on your back as he shifted closer, rubbing between your shoulder blades as he took one of yours hands and held it steady. “Breathe.” He said softly, “In, out, in, out.” He continued until you managed to reign in your nerves. “Have some more whiskey.” He released your hand and brought the glass to your lips, pouring it past your lips as you diligently swallowed. “That’s a girl.”

He smirked and all sense of calm swiftly dissipated. He set aside the glass and the hand on your back snaked up your neck, bunching your hair and pulled your head back roughly. He held you to the couch as he pushed himself against your side, speaking in your ear as his other hand rested on your thigh. “He doesn’t know because of me, understand?” You nodded as best you could, your eyes wide as your entire body seized, “But if you go snooping around, I won’t be able to keep you from the same end as Gill. So fuck off with that.”

He released you suddenly and leaned forward to take a drink of his own whiskey. He shook his hair down his back and rested his elbows on his legs as he spoke. You carefully pushed yourself up as he continued. “If you wanted to know what happened to the secretary, you could’ve asked. What did I say about lying? About secrets?” You looked over at him guiltily and he snarled, “Answer me.”

“Don’t, sir,” You replied meekly. “I’m sorry.”

“She was pretty. One of the best-looking women I’ve seen. Steve, too. He wanted her the moment he met her. And she felt the same. She was like most girls, you know, they throw themselves at him, go all gooey. They flirted, fucked, and then she got attached.” He explained dully, “Steve’s not really into commitment, ya know? She tried to make him jealous with me but I wasn’t into that. When that didn’t work, she started nosing around in shit and got it in her head that she could blackmail Steve. Not really to win him back, more just to spite him. Well, I’m sure you can imagine his reaction and her ultimate end. Not much of a match for a super soldier.”

You nodded and he turned to you, “So, do you understand now? Why you can’t lie to me, hmm? I’m the only thing keeping him from doing the same to you…” His nostrils flared, “But if you keep pulling shit like this, I’ll just have to take care of you myself,” He grabbed your chin and made you look in his eyes, “Got it? Don’t think you’re that special, girl.” You would have recoiled had he not been holding onto you, his last word so harsh it stung.

“Yes, sir,” You wisped out and he let you go, finished the last of his whiskey before he pulled out his phone. “He’s on his way. Come on.” You looked up at him in confusion as he stood, “Now.”

You rose and he waved you after him as he headed for the hallway. You followed, your nerves in a flurry as he guided you. He opened the door at the end of the hall and ushered you inside. A large bed draped in silver silk and a black duvet stood against the far wall, a leather chaise before the windows which matched those in the living room, leaving little privacy. A black dresser, matching night tables, a set of armchairs in front of a faux fireplace atop an expensive fur rug, and a panoply of carefully chosen ornaments. You could hardly imagine this man designing this himself and wondered at the interior designer he had hired for the purpose. It was almost a ridiculous vision.

“While I have so loyally kept your secret, I expect you to convince me to continue doing so,” Bucky left the door open as he drew you inside by the hand. “You’re going to be a good girl tonight. Do as your told and do it eagerly.” He stepped close to you, slapping your ass so hard your knees buckled. “I don’t want those scared little eyes looking up at me.” His fingers kneaded the back of your skirt as he pressed himself flush to your side, his nose grazing your hair, “We both know you’ve come to want this as much as me. Don’t you?”

His question dangled before you but you were quick to grasp it. If you waited too long, he would be angry. Rather, angrier. “Yes, sir.” You breathed, running your tongue over your dry lips. He took that as encouragement and ran a finger across your bottom lip cloyingly. He inhaled and stepped away as if urging control over himself.

“Clothes off,” He ordered, “Everything.” You gulped, a sense of relief mingled with anxiety. He wasn’t going to kill you but it didn’t mean you were off that easily. You undressed and he collected your clothing, tossing it in one of the armchairs as you did. The last to go was your panties and he lifted them with a grin, bringing them to his nose and sniffing deeply. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and he unfolded the satin to reveal a slick spot left by your own desire. “Good girl,” He purred and dropped them with the rest.

He neared you but you were surprised as he continued past you. He crossed to the small closet hidden along the back wall and opened the folding door. He stirred around inside and you waited patiently, staring out the floor to ceiling windows pensively. You listened to him searching around behind you and turned when you heard the door slide closed. He approached with a leather circle in his hands; a collar, you realized as he brought it around your neck and buckled it snugly. Attached was a leash which he kept hold of, tugging slightly so that you flinched. He let out a hum of approval.

Your humiliation was pierced by the sound of the elevator doors opening and closing. Footsteps entered the apartment, barely heard as you stood in the bedroom. The key turned again and the elevator whisked away. “Buck,” Steve called as he came down the hallway, appearing in the doorway to find you stood before Bucky, naked, as he held the other end of the leash. “Oh,” He smirked and you looked down, squeezing your eyes shut.

Bucky stepped around you, his fingers pushing your chin up in warning and you opened your eyes again. You watched as he handed the leash to Steve, hushed words to him that you could not discern. Steve suddenly pulled on the collar and you almost fell forward. He snickered, rolling his tongue around as he looked to Bucky with menace.

“Undress him,” Steve commanded. You looked between them and the warning in Bucky’s eyes snapped your from your daze. No fear, he had said. Even if it shook you to your core, you had to fake it...though your pelvis was already buzzing with excitement. Why did your body betray you so?

“Yes, sir,” You answered and Steve couldn’t hide his amusement. At the end of your tether, you approached Bucky and pulled back his jacket, rolling it down his arms. He watched you closely as you went about your task, bending as your made to remove his shirt. He kicked his shoes off as you unzipped his fly and stooped to remove his own socks. You tugged the waist of his jeans down, his erection barely withheld by the thin fabric of his briefs. “Mmm,” He urged you onward and you angled the elastic past his cock, the pink head throbbing as your fingers brushed his shaft. You let his underwear fall to the floor and he stepped out of the pile of denim and cotton.

“On your knees,” Steve pulled on the leash to reinforce his order. You knelt down before Bucky but he was a little too tall. His eyes flicked to Steve and back again. He sat on the edge of the bed as the leash pulled you over between his knees. You felt a warmth along your back as Steve bent over you, “Go on and suck his cock, you slut.”

You held back your spite at the name and bent your neck, bringing your lips to the head of Bucky’s cock. He hummed as you spread your lips over him and let him into your mouth carefully, taking his length a little at a time. When you met his base, he was in your throat and you struggled to breath through your nose. You felt a hand in your hair but it wasn’t Bucky’s. Steve played with your locks as you began to bob your head, pressing your tongue to the bottom of his cock as your slobber mixed with his salty precum.

Steve grasped your hair and began to lead your motion, speeding it up as he forced you harder and harder along Bucky’s cock. You could see his hands on the bed as he leaned back and groaned. You choked as he hit the back of your throat sharply over and over, the sound of your gagging mixed with the slick noises of the messy act. “Yeah,” Steve praised, “You fucking slut.”

Bucky was groaning, his body twitching, and you could sense his impending release. So could Steve as he suddenly forced your head down as far as it could go and you felt the stream of cum explode down your throat. You were held there until he was done and Steve let go of you so that you fell back choking and spitting up cum and saliva across the floor, holding yourself up on shaky arms. You were pulled up by your neck, swiftly standing before you could suffocate further.

“My clothes,” Steve demanded and you shook away the stars as you neared him. As you undressed him, he slid his fingers between your folds and raised a single brow. “You ready for me?” He asked and you nodded, hoping it was enough to make him happy. You weren’t sure if you could speak through your ragged throat. When he stood naked before you, you backed away and waited for his next order.

Bucky had stood from the bed, his cock only half-erect as he turned away and neared the window, shamelessly displaying himself though not many would be able to see at this height. Steve got up on the bed and laid down with a sigh, his cock against his stomach. “On top,” He order, running his hand once along his length. You got up on the bed and stood over him, lowering yourself to your knees as you grabbed his shaft. You pressed his head to your opening and tried to ease yourself onto his wide girth. He was impatient and forced you down his length until he met his limit and your cried out. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

He slapped your ass with both hands and gripped your hips, guiding your motion until you moved on your own. You began to ride him, the sound of your wetness further embarrassing as you couldn’t deny you arousal. As much as this man scared the shit out of you and even inspired within you a deep hate, you couldn’t deny he was built. Your flesh clapped against his mercilessly and his hands snaked around to your thighs, nails teasing the flesh.

You felt the bed shift behind you as Bucky got up and his fingers tickled your spine. His hand rested on your ass and you felt a sudden coolness dripping along your crack and he spread it down to your asshole with his fingers. Your motion wavered and he leaned close and whispered in your ear, “Just relax. You’re doing good.”

Steve yanked on the leash to draw your attention back to him. You placed your hands on his chest as you carried your pace, Bucky’s hand settled on your hip to slow you. Steve was smirking up at you as you felt the head of Bucky’s cock slip between your cheeks and he pressed himself to your asshole. You tried to jolt forward but Steve held you in place with hands on your waist. “Please,” You begged, your voice raspy, “I can’t.” Your head snapped to the side as Steve suddenly struck you.

“Shut up,” He barked and you held your stinging cheek.

You closed your eyes as you felt Bucky push himself inside, a little at a time. As he stretched you, you whimpered, unthinkingly pressing your palms to Steve’s muscled torso as he did. With every inch your pathetic cries grew louder and Bucky cooed in your ear. He pulled out a little every now and then before pushing back in, pressing your limits. The tears wobbled along your eyes and finally spilled as you focused on breathing through the pain. When he reached his limit, he swore and you exclaimed sharply. He stayed inside you for a minute as if waiting for your body to adjust and slowly pulled out but not for long as he thrust into you again. You made no effort to hide your agony as you began to whine with each invasion.

Steve began to move you a top him in time with Bucky and you felt the shame searing you as the dual sensations began to meld together and feel good. In fact, it was starting to feel amazing. You were covered in sweat, almost sandwiched by two men, a fullness within you never felt before. The pressure was building, building, building, your breath laboured as you worked with them in rhythm. Your cries turned to moans as the waves began to wash over your flesh, gathering in a storm which suddenly turned to lighting, the bolts overwhelming your nerves as you orgasmed.

You shook as you sang out your climax but you were still being used. Your overworked body went into overdrive and a series of orgasms intermingled with a flood of fatigue. “Fuck, you slut, you’re going to make me cum.” Steve slapped your thigh and Bucky suddenly pulled out from behind, lifting you off the other super soldier as he spurted cum over your stomach and hot ribbons shot up your back, both men reaching their peak almost in tandem. Your body went limp and you curled up between the two men as they panted. You were so very tired but you didn’t rest long as you felt another tug on the collar. You opened your eyes and Steve dragged you off the bed and to the window, guiding your hands against the glass so that you were slightly bent. 

“Why don’t you let everyone see what a slut you are?” He dragged a finger through Bucky’s cum along your back, “Covered in all this cum.” You felt his head at your entranced and you swallowed back your embarrassment as he entered you, “Say it. Tell me your a slut.”

“I’m--I’m a slut,” You stammered between his thrusts and your legs shook. You were ready to orgasm again. You squeaked as it came upon you suddenly, feeling yourself cum around Steve’s cock as he continued to hammer into you.

“Such a slut,” He growled in your ear, pulling your arms back so that you were arched against him, “Aren’t you?”

“Yes…” You were breathing so heavily you could barely speak.

“Yes?” He prodded as he continued to fuck you.

“Yes, Captain,” You forced out, “I am.”

“Fuck,” He pulled out and spun you around, grabbing the collar as he forced you down on your knees. He stroked himself to his climax and his cum spilled onto your face, across your lips and down your neck. You reached up to wipe it away but he stopped your hand. 

“No,” He shoved your hand away. “Now on the bed again.” He kept hold of the leash as he watched you stand and you had to hide your shock that his cock hadn’t softened at all. He was insatiable and you braced yourself for a long night.

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[y-the-youthful]

Chapter Five

Yoriko sets the house up for Halloween and finally confronts the Ouija board. Sorry this took so long to get to, especially considering Halloween has fled us!

It was the day of Halloween, and everything had been set accordingly. As it had been a Thursday, classes were still running and most of the children were in their classes while she and the other workers set up the various Halloween decorations. There would be no guizers, considering their location, but it was designed more for the entertainment of the children and to add festivities to an otherwise bleak time of the year that would only grow darker and grimmer.

With the shawl wrapped around her shoulders, a knot tied in the front so she would not have to constantly rewrap it at the slightest movement, she was free to adjust every pumpkin and light every candle. She had gone through the effort of making sure that every space was covered in some form, and it was with an almost compulsive touch that leaves from the forest were scattered perfectly along edges for an extra touch. Fairy lights were dotted along window frames, and fallen pinecones littered the areas she thought it best. The house smelled faintly of cinnamon and she was proud of it.

“They may say whatever they wish about you, but you certainly go all out, Miss Kaneshiro.” Beatrice had abandoned her muted black skirts for a witch’s costume with an added hat for an extra punch, tying an orange ribbon along its base.

“I do my best.” She responded, although her smile was faint rather than with its usual enthusiasm. Beatrice noticed, as she so often did, and her smile faded just as quick.

“Have they found the culprit yet?” She shook her head.

It had been three days since the incident, and Yoriko had been moved from A’s former room to her old one until they managed to fix what had been done.

“I understand the children can be creative, but I did not take them for sadists. How would they even come across such information?” Her hands were on her hips, and Yoriko knew that she was being angry for her rather than trying to make her uncomfortable, but Yoriko did not look her way and gave no indication that she was listening at all.

The experience had unsettled her on many levels. Even if such information was available, it was sickening in its disturbance how such a thing could be done where she was certain she had upset no one. Even if it were possible to set up the room in such a time, it left chills down her spine to think that anyone would feel the need to do such a thing at all.

However, it was not possible to arrange the room in such a record speed of fifteen minutes, and it was not possible to garner information on what the crime scene had looked like and, indeed, that Yoriko had seen any of it at all, because her records had been destroyed in a fire. If not for the fact that it had been Mr. Ruvie and Mr. Wammy that had found her on the doorstep, they would not have known she was a former candidate at all.

‘I still feel like I am going to throw up.’ She had been feeling nauseous since she had regained consciousness, and her usual teas would not ease the pit in her stomach that she was certain to be dread. Being still was uncomfortable, and the unpleasant sensation of being observed had not faded but had instead grown stronger.

Even then, as she was finishing off the decorations with Beatrice at her side, she could feel eager eyes watching her every moment. She could feel the weight of its stare pressing down into her very skull, and her headaches had been growing worse due to her unease.

“Perhaps you should rest, Miss Kaneshiro, you have been sleeping even less than usual recently.” There was little denying it. With the disturbed bedroom just next door to her, it was nearly impossible for her to relax. The door remained shut, and yet she knew someone was on the other side. She would hear creaking in the attic above her, and she was becoming increasingly aware of a feeling of smallness in the mansion.

‘Did I feel like this when I was a candidate?’ The incident had brought forth some buried memories, and she could not deny that the feeling was there. A feeling of being insignificant, of being worth nothing at all. Nothing but a test, only worth acknowledging when she won.

“Perhaps that is best. I did say I would ask for a vacation from Mr. Ruvie…”

“I’ll let him know you are sleeping. If anyone causes trouble, feel free to chase them away with the umbrella again.” A brief smile appeared on Yoriko’s face. It had only happened once, but there had been a man harassing some of the older girls while they were in town; they had not known she was there, but they certainly never forgot her since.

Her old room had not changed from when she had abandoned it at seventeen. It had been shared with her brother, with the bunkbed still firmly in place. Old pictures and plans were still taped to the walls that were still a faded magnolia. Her old clothes still hung in the wardrobe, and there was still a distinct feeling of wrongness about it. The wrongness of the house when she lived in it, and the wrongness within herself and her brother both turned disturbed by it. Him more so than her, and she was certain that he was still doing terrible things in America. A beast loose in the wild with no limitations now that she was gone.

They could not find any of her clothing in the changed room. They could find nothing of hers at all, and they were trying to find the key to the attic to confirm whether her stuff had been moved there. As a result, she was wearing childhood clothes.

She did not dress in a particular fashion, although she would appropriately say that they were designed more for her brother’s comfort than her own for he made a determined effort to dress exactly like her no matter the price. It had become extremely distressing for him when he started to grow taller than her.

“If I could, I would not wear these.” She pulled on the striped pyjama shorts and button up shirt. They exposed too much flesh for her liking, certainly with enough scars now to make her look more violent than she intended, and they were bright enough that she would be noticed immediately if she stepped outside the room. To try and ease her discomfort, she pulled on a pair of long wool stockings, hoping to cover what she could. It did little to comfort her. “I should like to give the person that did such a thing to me a firm talking to.”

If not to tell them not to do such a dreaded thing again, then at least to try and understand why they would do it at all. She was certain that she got along with all of the children in the house, and as far as she knew there was no hostility between her and the other workers.

‘And what they did with the living room is just as unsettling…’

Yoriko did not like to think on such things. With it came thoughts of what lay underneath, what she could not see or understand with her existing knowledge of the world. Nobody felt comfortable with their foundations being shook, and she rubbed at her chilled arms before crawling into the bed. It was more barren than her original bed, and more difficult to sleep in.

Sleep did not come to her. Either it was because of how bright it was, or because of the continued unsettled nature about her, but in the end, she lifted herself from the bed and stared dully at the room before her. There was nothing visibly watching her, but the feeling did not leave.

She glanced at her carpet bag. The Ouija board still rested inside, hidden from view but so clear in her mind. It whispered, soothing her into the notion of using it, of trying to grasp at a world she had no understanding of.

‘Or perhaps to confirm that I am losing my mind once again.’ She padded over to the carpet bag and pulled out the board. It had been made from plywood that had been painted over in black paint and polished to prevent chipping. The writing was bold so there was no mistaking what letter the planchette was sitting on.

She had been given a list of instructions to follow by the antique owner, although she had not seen him put the lined paper into her bag and was surprised when she first saw it, carefully unfolding it.

‘If the planchette makes a figure of eight shape or starts counting down the letters or numbers, bring the planchette to goodbye and end the session. Do not leave the planchette on the board. Always end a session with goodbye…’

Yoriko was embarrassed to admit that she had played with a Ouija board before shortly after A’s death. She had gone into the attic to use it, and C had followed her, but she did not believe what she had experience then and she doubted she anything would happen then; she was certain C had been playing a trick on her.

‘Well, I am alone so if anything is to happen I shall know it to be no one’s fault but my own.’ Or the other individual holding the planchette, whoever they may me. She shook her head thoroughly, dismissing the thought. ‘You are here to settle your own paranoias and finally sleep.’ She scolded herself as she settled down in her old chair, the wood creaking under her weight.

With the Ouija board and the planchette set in front of her, she rested her hands on the piece of wood and braced herself to speak.

“My name is Yoriko, do you know who I am?”