It had truly been a horrible day. After the events of the morning, Izzy couldn’t bring herself to focus on her performance that afternoon. She was sure she would not be receiving a callback from them this time. She had been anxious to return home, but she was not prepared for what awaited her.

She lay down on her bed, taking a moment to breath and reflect. She looked up at the ceiling for a while before sitting up. She had to take a shower and change into her night clothes. She didn’t notice it as she went to get in the shower, but when she returned to get a change of clothes she saw it. How had it gotten there, she swore she’d put it on the truck before the accident this morning, but there it was… Angelo. Sitting there on top of her dresser as if nothing at all had happened, the small stuffed white lion cub she’d only just said goodbye to. She didn’t really know what to make of it, she had turned to Angelo for comfort on many occasions, and she certainly could use a little comfort now. But it didn’t make sense for him to be here… for it to be here, it was just a silly stuffed animal, right? No, she decided she didn’t care, she could worry about all that some other time, she wanted to be that little girl again… just one last time. So she grabbed him up into her arms and began to weep, “Oh Angelo,” she said, allowing her self to be swept away by the fantasy of it all again, “you came back to me.”

She raised the doll up after a few moments or so to look into its eyes. But these were not the watery blue plastic eyes of her long time friend and confidant. No, they were the burning red eyes of something cruel and undefinable. She quickly sunk into despair, dropping to her knees as her towel fell to the floor around her, and then the pain. Unknowable suffering came over her until she was completely broken inside… and then it happened. The demon Hollas had found a new home within this once flowering woman, now nothing but a wilted husk. And the life of Isabella Torres, the lofty dreams she held, had come to a most abrupt and dire end. The woman she now appeared to be cared nothing for the goals and trappings of Izzy Drop. Her personality would from this day forward take an unexpected turn. Soon she would be collecting strange objects and distancing herself from friends and family, until her body too withered away. But there was time still before the final curtain fell, perhaps even time to save some remnant of the woman that once was… a spark that might one day be rekindled.

Fortunately, Rahzi was not far behind Hollas, he had been learning everything he could about the man who owned the house in which the junkies had died, the man that had gone unnoticed and unmissed. He’d found out where he worked, and pieced together a loose profile of his quarry from the accounts of his co-workers. Reapers could appear to be human when they needed to, and even though they couldn’t technically touch anyone in the human world, they could speak with them and manipulate them into helping them acquire earthly information. Of course in most cases they could remain unseen ,and simply observe and listen. This didn’t exactly mean human’s were entirely safe from the powers of a Reaper, they simply existed on a different plane, they only had the power to interact with subtle and elemental forces such as light, sound, heat, and electricity. It wouldn’t be impossible for a Reaper to use a keyboard mind you. Yet, it would be painstakingly impractical to type more than a word or two, due to the fine manipulation and repetitive action required by complex kinetic manipulations.

Sometimes, before a battle, Reapers would short out a buildings electricity or cause small controlled fires to manipulate the movements of humans away from a dangerous ghost. If only a single human was in danger they might blow out a few light bulbs, or even throw something across the room. On occasion Reapers might even use there powers to save a human’s life. Keeping them warm long enough to get help or make it to shelter. Or perhaps attempting to pull them back from the brink with an electrical pulse. But this type of thing was both out of character for most Reapers and beyond the scope of the job. While on the other hand, a dangerous battle could easily expose humans to some of the same forces a ghost or demon might leverage to inflict harm on them.

Rahzi had been following the incident surrounding the donation rounds, and he’d heard news about the tragic accident earlier in the day. Rahzi was stalking around outside hoping to find some clue, hoping the demon was still lurking nearby, hoping it might reveal itself to him. He had no idea it could possess inanimate objects much less that it had advanced to human possession. But when the demon engaged itself with its target Rahzi took to action, arriving just in time to witness his first human possession… a scenario he had not been prepared for. This was supposed to be a new demon, not yet matured enough for such a feat. But in fact, this demon’s entire being was geared towards possessions, it was a demonic savant. A demon that was so obsessively focused on one purpose that it naturally, reflexively, adapted towards the mastery of a very narrow focus of abilities. This one expressed the abilities of what humans would call a poltergeist, but it was far more dangerous than that.