I was dressed in black and throwing shuriken. I missed every throw as a shirtless man danced around them... and then he beat me up, and there was nothing I could do to defend myself.

[ He was terrified, and he can't keep his voice completely calm as he recalls what he saw further. Ivan shakes his head. No, he's not going to think of it anymore. He looks out at the stormy ocean. He has to keep going. ]

Yours... might be a nicer spirit. I have an image based off a ninja, maybe that's why it's drawn to me, but I'm... not actually a ninja.