@newyorkvigilante
She might have gotten in over her head a little.
Might have. A little.
"Ughhhhhh, this sucks!"
She groaned, whacking her hand against the base of her flashlight again, watching the light flicker, then dim back down to the low, slowly fading glow it had been before.
Yea, in over her head a bit. Just a bit.
She excavated her phone from her pocket, frowning at the 5% left on its battery and the new crack across its screen, matching another one, newly etched across the surface of the right lens of her glasses.
"Great, just great..."
She turned her phone off, wanting to save the last bit of battery it had...and knowing that she wasn't getting any service down here, anyway.
This was an old, olddddd church, and the cult that had lived here and constructed its labyrinthine catacombs had definitely been busy bees. They had certainly created a shady, mysterious place conducive for spirits and the supernatural to thrive, judging by the sheer amount of electronic disturbance here, the cold drafts of nowhere, the rickety trapdoors in the floor (one of which she had gotten to know, personally), and the winding halls with confusing, seemingly-shifting architecture...
Yup, this place was definitely a place where the plane of the living intersected with other planes of existence, and as much as it always excited her, exploring and investigating places such as these...
She'd prefer to the others at her side.
"...hmph."
She grumbled to herself, keeping one hand along the catacomb wall as she moved ahead, searching for an exit: she'd long since given up calling out Lewis, Mystery, and Arthur's names, having gotten no response from them, and, knowing from experience, that they'd be searching for her anyway, and would come across her with time...
It was just a matter of them finding her before anything ELSE did.
She continued on her way, flashlight flickering, vision marred and made blurry by the crack in her glasses, and generally not having as much of a good time as she would hope, when-
"!!!"
A noise. Footsteps? Breathing? Something close. SOMETHING CLOSE.
It wasn't fear that prompted the woman to act so much as preparedness, Vivi reached for the vial of holy water in her pocket, shining her flashlight down the path ahead of her, getting into a battle stance as she squinted into the dimly-lit hall, calling out:
"Who's there? Show yourself!"
