[Seasonal Event] Table for one, please

Silence. Deadly silence. Full dark, no movement. No one breathes, for there is no one around to breathe. No one in this room requires oxygen. The dust settles. The ringing clatter from the banged-cabinets ceases its echo and the hairs of Wessex' head settle back into place. Then, like a thousand broken violin strings in a torrent of wind, they come for her. Eyeless faces, teeth snapping, the lurch of torn fingernails and shattered minds. "REBORN???????????" The scream again, their voices a hairy unison of hate and loathing and curiosity. "ANSWER US." They demand at once, and, just as the whirlwind is about to strike at the ascended, their engorged tongues a breath away, they disappear. LONGNIGHT