A young woman appears in the room near the table, clad in a long brown tunic and blue jeans. Her long blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and there is a huge sword in her right hand. She looks dazed, staring wide-eyed, and she stands unsteadily in soft green boots. The letter from Leona falls to the floor from her left hand.
She falls over, coughing and retching, as something dark and organic flows out of her mouth, ears, nose, and even eyes. It shifts and forms into a tall man with short black hair greying at the temples, small sunglasses, and odd grey robes. A small gourdlike jug hangs from his belt, and his left hand hangs freely from his robes. He picks up the sword and sheaths it on his back, then helps the young woman up as though she weighed nothing.
In a smooth, almost oily voice he speaks to her. "There there, Anna Lucia, that wasn't so bad. And since you've helped me, I promise I shall never harm your family nor their descendants. You have my word of honor on this matter."
He turns away from her as she stands wheezing, then looks thoughtful.
"However, you were not wise enough to include yourself in our agreement. You are not under my protection at all."
As the woman's eyes grow huge, the man stretches impossibly, revealing a mouth full of thousands of silver needle-sharp teeth, all pointing inwards. Her scream of fear is cut off as it begins as he bites, swallowing her whole as his body distends to accomodate her.
With a series of wetly organic crushing sounds, his body jerks back to the form of a grey-clad samurai once again. He picks a shred of jean material from his teeth daintily with a silver claw, then looks at the faces of the others in the room.
"Oh. Pardon me, I wasn't aware there would be so many attending. I'm afraid I only brought one snack, but she won't be digested for a few hours if anyone else would like some? I am Stalker, at your service."
He bows gracefully to the room.
