>>6329398>>6329400Your fingers find uneasy purchase on the oily strands of hair, but you barely manage to maintain a solid grip, wrapping your knuckles in it, entangling and extracting yourself with every clawing stride upwards. Your wet clothes weigh down on you, the sea itself seeming motivated to keep you in its embrace, but you power through, quivering against the frigid ocean air as you make the treacherous climb towards the wraith.
"What are you doing here? W-what do you want from me?" you desperately ask the specter, feeling the gut-wrenching weightlessness of hanging in the air with nothing beneath your feet but the cold sea breeze striking you as you find yourself further and further woven into the wraith's web of ebony hair, its skeletal face haunting your unwaking mind, inching inexorably towards you.
'A darkness approaches, child,' it whispers— or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that a whisper emanates from somewhere deep within its ribcage, 'accept my gift and become a part of that grand procession rather than an insect crushed beneath its feet.'
The wraith bows its head to you, the crown of its miniature skull tapping against your lips. You taste a foul bitterness, a disgusting mixture of grease, sweat, seawater, and rot filling your mouth as it comes into contact with her hair. At first, the touch is light, but as you resist, leaning away and writhing against your constraints, it becomes firmer, painful almost, and far more persistent. You can tell immediately: the wraith wants to force its skull down your throat.
>Do everything in your power to keep your mouth closed>Try to slip its grasp and fall back into the sea>Accept the wraith's grip>Try to wake up>Write-in 
