The tap on his head made him jerk a bit, but Conrad lifted his mask to see his host move towards a projector in the center of the room. [i]We must be starting...[/i] He sighed and moved to stand upright, watching the projection silently as the young woman wrote. He blinked slowly, taking the idea of possession slowly, before coming back to himself. He had been prepared for this. Conrad unslung his backpack and reached in to pull out a small notebook and pen- only to swear and stumble back- falling over when a twisted black hand gripped his wrist within the bags pocket. It was gone in an instant, it wasn't [i]truly[/i] real... at least he thought it wasn't.

Realizing he was sitting on the ground and making a small scene, Conrad awkwardly got back to his feet, taking notes on what the woman was writing.
[b]Immortal, Evelyn is keeper of defeat: Has pain when loses, feels good when wins? (*Evelyn is the girl with a black hoodie.)[/b]

He paused. Attempting to kill herself? That was a bit... The thought made him shudder almost as much as the shadows creeping around the room did. Conrad took advantage of the pause to jump in.

"So, if this is true... then how do we get rid of these 'demons'? I doubt any of us here enjoy having them around." He looked at the youngest-looking member of the group. -she had asked a question. "Oh, and my name is..." Her shadow was doing a fantastic bloodthirsty wolf impression... "Conrad, and I have a horrible case of daymares, nightmares, and prettymuch any other kind of mare you can think of that doesn't involve horses."