There was no one at the campfire when Rin arrived. This was a good thing for Rin. Her presence usually scared off people anyways.
The fire crackled and burned as it always did. How she longed for the feeling of warmth on her skin again, to feel alive again once more.
Rin rested on the log looking longingly into the fire
@thehauntedgroundsofspirit
She could hear the Spirit, even if the terror radius wasn’t a thing outside of the Trials. Her ghostly wailing and moans were indicator enough. But Rebecca didn’t stop. The campfires were supposed to be peaceful places, and even if a Killer visited, she would be polite.
“Hello. I don’t think we’ve ever been introduced. I’m Rebecca,” she greeted, holding out her hand as she walked properly into the firelight.