I'll let you all know now. You've got everything you need to handle this situation. It just depends on how you use the tools at hand.
[x]Apologize.
[x] Tell her the truth.
Courtier Roll: 2k2=7
Investigation Roll: 4k2=16
Lore Shadowlands Roll: 3k2=17
You shift uncomfortably. You've never had to deal with something like this, and you can't help but feel awkward. You know you should say something to her, help her pass on. The Celestial Order has to be maintained, because if it isn't then problems happen. And you're almost certain this woman is a ghost, even if her body looks awfully solid.
The only issue is, you're not one for words. That's supposed to be the Yasuki Family's job, and even if you were more eloquent in your speech it's not like you're a Monk or and Exorcist. They'd be best suited for helping this poor woman. But they aren't here, and you are. So you've got to do something.
You clear your throat, and Yori stops muttering to back at you.
"I'm sorry, Yori," you say as gently as you can. "But you're dead. You must have died when you came-"
"What?" Yori asks, interrupting you. "What are you saying?"
You wince a little at the loss of your momentum, but grit your teeth and soldier on. "You're not alive any more, Yori. You've two wounds on your legs. You must have bled out in the water."
Yori's expression turns stricken, and she looks behind herself at the back of her feet. Her shoulders tense, and she looks back at you. Her eyes are wide, almost impossible so, and there's a light growing behind them.
"No," she whispers, but her voice is rising in volume. "No, that can't be true! It can't be. I'm alive!" She claws at her face, scouring lines in her skin. But no blood flows from the wounds. "I'M ALIVE!"
She falls to her knees, screaming toward the sky. Her voice reverberates strangely, and her flesh begins to melt off her body. It puddles in a steaming mass around her, dripping like sludge. That makes your eyes shoot up in alarm. She has physical substance? How is that possible? Ghosts shouldn't be able to do that, right?
You can see blue, ethereal light coming from her empty eye sockets, the illumination of Yori's soul. She screams louder, and you can see the light pour out from her jaws. Her spirit must still be inhabiting her body! But zombies aren't coherent. They're just shambling monsters that attack everything around them. How, then, can she have spoken to you?
"I'M ALIIIIIIIIIIVE!" Yori cries, clutching her face with skeletal fingers as the skin on her hands falls away. She screams again at the sight of her oozing flesh, howling into the night.
Even through all the madness going on before you, something catches your attention. Around Yori's skull is a patch of dirty air, darker than the rest of the night. It's almost like smoke. The light of Yori's soul pushes against it, but the dirty air pushes it back down into the body, which only makes Yori scream louder.
You're dumbstruck for a moment, at a loss for what this could be. But then you remember something one of the Kuni told you once about the Shadowlands, about the Kansen. They are dark kami who were corrupted by Jigoku's influence, and cause misfortune wherever they go. And those who lack spiritual sight see them only as patches of dirty air, if they even perceive them at all.
Could that be what is holding Yori's soul within her own corpse?
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