Christina spares one hand to clutch her forehead as faces begin to match to names she can barely recall. Jodie... she looked an awful look like her. Ai was young... right? Did she have an older relative that Christina knew? No... that wasn't it.

The other hand steadies her, the only thing grounding her at this moment. As her mind is being swarmed though, things are changing. The light within the room begins to shift, casing new shadows. From one of the corners, something shuffles.

Rising onto its feet is a Shadow in the shape of a man. However, he has no defining features outside his face, which is twisted in a nasty scowl. In his hands is a metal pipe.

When it notices them, the Shadow lunges forward, swinging the pipe in their direction.