[Seasonal Event] Table for one, please

R E B O R N Eh. Close enough. +1 to Wessex. Then the chaos begins, and the house seems to throw a temper tantrum. Childish, indeed; the tone of the words themselves seem to indicate that it is entirely unexpected, and that there is nothing the monster can do about it. And in this revelation, Wessex finds her boldness again, though she takes care to dampen it down so as not to become foolish. Her hunter’s senses hone in on the whirling spout of dust, trying to discern what might lie in the middle. She moves slowly and deliberately, first pressing herself against the wall, and then side-stepping along it until she can clear the door and the short distance to the living room. But how does it know? And why does it seem so surprised? Unless… unless… it is around before LongNight and only now has the power to wreak havoc. And if it’s around before, then… well, then, where is it? What is it? Why wait, why… New Gods, her mind runs a mile a minute in the absence of reflexive fear! As the eagle-eyed Ascended creeps closer, she is able to discern flashes of something. Of a mass, of an image she’s seen before? No, in her thirty-eight years, she’s never encountered one of the LongNight monsters. But somewhere… OH. OH. OH HOLY FUCKING SHIT. The Spire Demon. They remind her of the Spire Demon. How could she ever forget the eyeless face, the teeth, the feeling of being ripped apart? WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here