Very well. While I admit I have little knowledge of the happenings of the great beyond, I trust your departed friends to confer with one another.

[The faceless man takes the card and gives her butterscotch candy in return for the great rating. Bless you, Emily.]

Not quite, Emily. My appearance is the result of... a different affliction. What you and your friends experienced was but an illusion of this world, crafted to toy with your senses until you are made to spill blood. It's in rather bad taste, but it is what it is.