The spirit's blank eyes trailed their movements slowly, like a predator that wasn't particularly interested in its prey: although there was a hunger in the air that needed to be satisfied, now, a fulfillment of a blood curse that had new targets. When Kayako turned her head the movement was another twitch, the same unsteady jerking way in which she'd risen.

Her head tilted dangerously to the side even as the Scarecrow counselled escape, much further than a normal human's neck should bend, almost dangling at the strange angle, and then she moved --

Not in any way a human would, or most living things. It looked like the difference between two photographs; one moment she was standing, hair dangling in front of her face while she stared at her new victims, and in the next she was in front of Depth Charge, hands on either side of his head. Almost affectionate, her small hands settling into place like a lover's and gripping with a strength that could not be anything but supernatural.