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There'd been a mysterious corridor she'd never seen before on the way back to the dorms from her latest library trip and, well, it'd been kind of intriguing. Okay, it'd been a lot intriguing, and it wasn't like she had something better to do, right? A little exploring couldn't hurt anyone.

Except then there'd been, well, a haunted house and a little more exploring wouldn't do anything, right?

And then she'd gotten lost. Horribly. The books in her backpack were starting to feel heavy and her grip on George, her hobby horse, was white-knuckled. Where was this even supposed to be? She'd been away from school a lot, yes, so maybe she didn't know campus as well as she should, but it wasn't like her navigation skills were bad, and she'd done the logical thing and backtracked her steps, and, and...

Leo sighed as she pushed open another door; surely panicking would do no good, but this was getting creepy and - was that a stable? She blinked once, twice, before taking a quick survey of her surroundings. Yep, definitely a stable, although one that had seen better days. And was that.. noise, coming from the other end?

People! People who might know the way out! Leo gathered herself and hastily starting walking in the direction of the noise. Yes, finally!

Okay, so far not the saviour she was expecting. "You never get too old for the things you like!" She scowled. "And I was just looking for the exit anyway. You wouldn't, uh, happen to know where it is?"

It didn't exactly feel right right asking him, since he'd been a bit of a jerk so far, but he might be her only hope. She shuddered to think of a future spent lurking this creepy house.

This guy was a total creeper. It didn't come as much of a surprise to Leo, since everyone who had something against hobby horses was probably going to be a weirdo, but still. This guy took the cake. The cake of creepy.

"Er, yeah, how about no?" She looked slightly incredulous. "You're a right weirdo, I mean, who doesn't like hobby horses? Next thing you know you'll be saying you don't like plaid either!" She scoffed. "So going with you isn't exactly high on my list of priorities, obviously, and it's not like I'm going to randomly fall dead any moment now, so I think I'll just, you know, go find the exit myself. Now."

She started walking back the way she came, with slightly cautious steps, keeping her eyes on the creeper at all times just to make sure he didn't make any sudden movements. He'd been weird, sure, but somehow she'd felt a bit of a.. threatening undertone. Maybe it was just the way he worded things, or even better, her imagination, but frankly she'd rather be safe than sorry when it came to him.

It was beginning to dawn on Leo that maybe she should have been a bit more suspicious of the man with the giant scimitar. In fact, that he carried around a large sword should probably have been some sort of tip off.

"Oh Bloody Mary." She went paler and paler at every word he said, and when the two daggers flashed by her, she looked about ready to faint. "Oh no. You're going to.. you're going to hurt me?"

She was starting to feel nauseous. Maybe the bad boil wouldn't mind if she just upchucked her dinner into one of these empty stalls.. Although that was probably wishful thinking, she thought dimly, because he was a bad boil, and, it was beginning to dawn on her, he might not exactly be from Halloween world either.

She'd really stepped in it this time. Candlejack.

He didn't look like he'd let her go, though. And what kind of questions? It wasn't like she knew anything really secret or particularly dangerous - she was just a teenage ghoul with a hectic family. Surely he wasn't after her father's (rather locally) famous spookie recipe? That was about the only thing she could think of, but no, this person didn't look like the sort to go threatening people for recipes. Was there even a type for that? Leo's thoughts were getting a bit frantic.

"What could you possibly want to know from me? I don't know anything!" She sounded slightly incredulous, but mostly scared. "Jack, I can't even pass my school tests! I've been a first year for nearly two years now! What could I possibly know?!"

Oddly enough, hearing about his brother kind of cheered her up. Which was totally not the right time for that.

"Well.." she really considered it. It wasn't like she knew anything big, so what was the harm in telling him the small stuff? He couldn't do much with that, could he? But then on the other hand, if he wasn't going to use the info for anything, he probably wouldn't have asked for it. Plus, the thought of giving information to a hunter, the enemy (because she'd finally figured out that that was probably who he was), didn't really sit right with her. It jarred at her sense of justice - it would be Doing the Wrong Thing, just not the right wrong thing, but the wrong wrong thing. Or something. Her thoughts were a bit fractured.

"I'm really sorry, but I can't do that." She did sound sorry too. "I'm pretty sure you're the enemy, so.." She shrugged, looking a bit helpless. But oh well, now she'd gone ahead and chosen her path, she'd stick to it.

Leo straightened to her full 150 cm and looked him in the eye. "Thank you for your offer, but no thank you." She personally thought she looked quite heroic, standing up and telling the guy who was threatening to kill her if she didn't cooperate a firm 'no'.

Quizzically, "Halloween's enemy?" That made him her enemy too, right? Being as she was a creature of Halloween world?

"I already said 'no', you know." Well, she wasn't sure what telling him her name could do, but with her luck he'd have some sort of name-power that gave him control over her. Yeah, no, not gonna happen.

She crossed her arms. "And no means no. So I guess you'll have to kill me or something." She was still, vaguely, hoping that he'd just say 'oh well' and let her go. And she was quite aware that she probably stood no chance against him (he had a sword for jack's sake; all she had was her old hobby horse!), so, she reckoned, waiting him out would probably be the best bet. And maybe he would actually let her go.

Yeah, she could almost believe that..