Simon Henriksson
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The twisting, winding staircase was throwing Simon's senses for a loop, even as he reloaded his pistol, taking note of the number of magazines he had left.
It started to make him wonder if he was dreaming again, considering the surreal nature of this place, but... Just then, an abrupt aching sensation on his left hand made him turn towards it briefly.
At first he thought it was one of the scars on his wrist acting up again, or perhaps some pain that he had previously managed to shrug off with morphine.
But to his astonishment, it was something else.
Strange, black hued sigils and runes. Things that should only have existed within realms of fantasy.
Normally such a thing would have scared him, but somehow... It felt a little comforting.
Then it was gone, as quickly as it came.
At the very least, the sensation confirmed that either this was a very hyper realistic dream he was experiencing, or that this wasn't really a dream at all.
Considering that very little of his surroundings felt familiar to him, even in an unnerving way... He was beginning to think this was real.
But it didn't quite explain why his legs were working. Why he was the way he was before that accident.
Was it some strange twist of fate? Or perhaps it was something to do with whatever forces brought him here.
...
They soon came to a set of stairs, and Jack? She was gone it seems, or at least, she had her presense concealed.
In the end though, he decided to follow Hector down the stairs in the middle, leading them to a mysterious structure. Apparently it was a kind of prison, for ghosts, but... Why were the directed here?
Simon didn't lower his pistol, but he did start thinking.
Arioch was a being that could control others by posessing them. But something happened to him after he got hit by that device. Something that made him rethink his strategy.
If they were being lead to a place meant to contain ghosts, then... ...
Oh no.
A sudden thought occurred to him, one that he was unsure of, but was frightening nonetheless.
"Do you think Arioch can control... Ghosts?" He asked suddenly.
If so, it was cruicial that they find a way to take care of the problem sooner rather than later.
However, he wasn't even sure if he had the right equipment.
After all, bullets or a knife worked just fine against physical creatures, but could such things even damage a ghost?