Some time has passed since she saw the Knight, there were a few trials she has been to. But no Knight. She faced the Dream Demon, Freddy Krueger. But she still did not survive. She faced Amanda Young, the Pig and failed to get a Reverse Beartrap on time. She even faced the Blight and somehow managed to survive him of all people. She was proud of her first real survival and escape that wasnt part of some strange mercy. She was getting better, but she still needed to do more. Question was what.
The thoughts of the Knight faded because she didnt get him in her trials. She doubted she would see him as she so far did not have a single repeat killer. It would be a long time until she sees Tarhos and by the time she does see him, he would have forgotten about her and that odd act of mercy. She sighed and walked around the survivor area, wondering what she can do.
She couldnt really always stress about being useful and escape. Clearly she needed to find a way to relax. Pass the time while not in trials. Rita considered spending time with some of the girls, learn their interests and just rest and relax.
As she went to make her way towards the likes of Kate, she noticed something in the corner of her eye. Two glowing yellow eyes. It was coming from the killers side of things. She never interacted with a yellow eyed killer in a trial, so this was someone new.
She knew from what Jake told her that they cant hurt her, just look menacing. But still, the fact that someone who has an interest in killing you is watching you. Its unnerving.
Although, with her being alone at the moment, maybe she could use this time to face the killer.

She approached the edge of the survivors camp area and called out to the killer.
"Hey you. Come over here" she spoke in a more confident and asserting tone, not showing fear to the killer.
She couldnt quite see the guy, but she heard how he hummed and looked very amused. He toyed with the idea of approaching her, wondering just what the hell would a survivor want with a killer. Though this certain killer had an idea what a survivor like Rita would want.
The man got up from the tree stump and approached the edge of the campfire, not entering the survivor zone. As he got closer to the light, Rita could see he's asian, has yellow eyes, black hair, a yellow coat, being very shirtless, while holding a bladed aluminum baseball bat.
For a second, a micro second she thought it was Yoichi, but was soon proved wrong. She didnt want to admit it, but this killer was attractive
"당신은 무엇을 원하십니까?" he asked and had an oddly attractive voice
Rita of course didnt understand a word he said and sighed, she should've known.
The man chuckled seeing her being disappointed and spoke "I was just joking. I do speak english. The look on your face was priceless, though. I asked what do you want?~" he spoke as he twirled his weapon, he was good at english, but still had his korean accent.
She was surprised, but also annoyed that he messed around like that with her. But then again, she should've known a killer would be like this. Her educated guess is that this would be the Trickster
"You're the Trickster, I assume?" she asked
"Indeed I am, little dove. So I ask again, why did you call me? Do you want an autograph?" the murderous kpop idol asked. Sounding rather relaxed and playful
"Why were you here?"
"I was bored and wanted to pass the time and see this new survivor I heard about" he said and rested his weapon on his shoulder. Rita was surprised that a killer heard about her. The idea of killers talking about her is... well not a pleasant one. She wondered who was the one who name dropped her.
"Ok, so you saw me and spoke to me. You can go" she said and crossed her hands. He wasnt phased by what she said, instead having a calm expression, a slight smile
"Hmmm... well I dont feel like it." he shrugged "Its more interesting here"
"Are you saying you want to join our side?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, but he merely laughed at the thought of being a survivor. Rita didnt want anyone to hear him, she didnt want anyone to know she was talking to a killer, considering they viewed that as unfavorable. It was a clear us versus them mentality they had. Without thinking she went to cover the Tricksters mouth so he wouldnt be heard, but he merely grabbed her hand and lightly pulled her over to his side
"Careful there, you dont want to cross your little safety barrier" he spoke in a much more serious and menacing tone, giving her a warning that if she crosses the area, he can and will hurt her.
She pulled back and got her hand back
"So did you come here to hopefully hurt one of us?" she asked
"I said I was bored. I wanted to see if the survivors could entertain me." he said with a shrug "Besides...Im sure there will come a time when we will make beautiful music together~" he said with a low and alluring voice. On a first glance, it sounded like he was flirting with her. But she was already warned of him and knew that 'making music' has a much darker and deadlier undertone with him.
"Since you're here. Can I ask you a couple of questions?" she asked
He chuckled "I am at your disposal" he was amused that a survivor wanted to talk to him, it was a while since he had a normal conversation with someone new. The killers were something else. Mostly liked to stick to themselves and the only normal one he could hang out with was Ghostface. The Legion stuck to themselves and the others were brooding edgelords in his opinion or just one dimensional killers.

If Trickster wasnt a killer or if Rita didnt know that Trickster was a killer, she probably would have enjoyed his presence and personality more. But the fact that this was a guy who loved to torture people, she was notably more distant and cautious, even though she was slightly enjoying the conversation. This guy was something
"Are killers allowed to let survivors live?" she asked
"Yes, but the Entity would be displeased. Although, I guess if we kill at least 3 people, we can let one go. Or if we kill 1 person, we can let the others go. But wheres the fun in that"
"Are all killers so... Happy to kill for the Entity? Theres no one who tried to escape the realm to go home? No one defied it?"
"No, not at all. Trapper tried to resist the Entity and not kill the survivors" he answered
"What happened to him?" she asked him, worried
"I assume you did not face him considering you ask that question. The Entity broke him, simple enough. Tortured him until he obeyed"
"Are you saying the killers are as much as prisoners as survivors are"
"Pretty much. I mean, if I had my way, I would come and go. I do love this realm, but I do miss my adoring fans, my concerts and my stardoms. I have so many new songs I wish to share to the world" the Trickster liked to kill endlessly in the Entities realm, but killing and killing and killing does become stale. He would like to be the center of attention to his fans. To get that glory he so deserves and craves, but he cant.
Rita imagines that it does bother him that he's here, but just doesnt show it. Or maybe she's projecting and imagining that. Still, he looks so relaxed as if this is normal.
"How long have you been here?" she asked
"I think over a year. Maybe 2 years, I think I saw 2 Halloweens."
"I thought people cant tell how much time passed here in the realm?" Rita says
The Trickster looked mildly annoyed and looked at her with a raised brow "Do those survivors tell you nothing? They did not mention the Hallowed Blight?"
Though seeing her confused expression, it was a clear no. Before she said anything, he sighed and spoke "Im no expert on this topic. But once a year, The Entity undergoes a transformative blight in which Visceral Cankers and Pustula Flowers start appearing throughout its Realms. During these Events, Talbot aka the Blight performs experiments on various Killers in the Realm."
"Are you saying that killers are attacking killers?" she asked shocked
"No" he waved his finger in a no-no fashion "Only Blight. Likes to capture them and inject them with his serum. But not me. Im not letting that fucker get me" he fixes his hair "I will not let him do to me what he did to Legion and Ghostface"
"What happened to Ghostface. Last I saw him, he seemed fairly normal" she spoke
The Trickster was curious about why she was so concerned and why did she care about a bunch of killers. He was used to the us versus them mentality that Rita's concern seems odd to him.
"He is normal now. But during the Hallowed Blight, he is not. The serum reacts to the Entities transformation. The killers change as well." he answerd her question but then turned the tables "This has been a delightful interview, but now I must ask, Little Dove. You ask me so much, and yet you tell me nothing about yourself. At least give me a name~" he said playfully and shoved the bladed bat to her face as if its a makeshift microphone.
She was surprised that he even cared to ask her anything about herself, but she imagined he just wanted to stop answering questions by starting to ask her some himself
"My name is Rita Morgan"
"Rita Morgan, lovely name. I still prefer to call you Little Dove. But what have you. Tell me now, whats your story?"
"My story?" again she was surprised by this new line of questioning. She really doubted someone called the Trickster would give a shit about what she says. She fully expected that he just wanted to dunk on her life. After all, he did say he was bored. He was here to most likely watch survivors like they're live entertainment.
"Yes yes. Like who were you before the realm and how you got here." he said in a mildly rushed or impatient tone
Again, she felt discomfort opening up to an emotionless killer. Sure he sounds soothing and charming, but that could've all been a mask, a facade of normalcy. And besides, what if he does find a way to her home. She doesnt want him to hurt Astor, Cody or Harrison. The Trickster merely removed the bat from her and reached over to caress her cheek and play with a lock of her hair
"Why so sad, Little Dove? Have you got that little faith in the ones you left behind?"
That was an unexpected thing to hear him say.
"No, thats not true. I have faith in them. Dexter can handle anything"
"Dexter" he said as he glanced over to Rita's hands, scanning for a ring, until he saw one "Husband?"
"Yes husband" she smiled softly thinking about Dexter. "I know he can protect-"
"Your kids? I see, I see" he chuckled as he played with her lock of hair, wanting to mess around and tickle her. Although she pulled back and got her hair out of his grasp
"So standoffish. And yet even though you do not tell me so much, I have to pull out the little information I get to make a story. So lets have it. Rita Morgan, wife of Dexter Morgan, mother of x amount of kids... Come on lady. What will it take you to open up. I was so willing to answer your questions and yet you barely tell me anything"
"Thats different, you're asking personal questions" she crossed her arms
"So do you want me to tell you about myself?"
"You'd do that?" she asked in mild disbelief
"I got nothing better to do. At least until I start my own trial" he chuckled, but after a brief pause, he recalled his story

"Long ago, Ji-Woon Hak was a nobody. Just an average boy. When he was 8 years old, he sat on his father's shoulders, looking over a sea of human bodies. An elaborate stage is ahead, illuminated by coloured spotlights. A man in gaudy, audacious clothing stands in front of a microphone. On each side is a guitarist, behind him, a drummer. A crash of sound. Beautiful, rhythmic music. A voice that twists delicately through the melody. His father shouts something but he can't hear. Shouts again. 'This is what you'll do. This is where your talent will take you.'"
Rita was surprised that he was opening up about his childhood and past. And he was very theatrical with the way he said it. He was narrating his own life as if its a story
"He feels a tingle through his spine, and sees something incredible: everyone enraptured, focused intently on the sound of a single man. The emotion of thousands is guided by his voice. He is seen by all, he is loved, and he is wonderous. He revelled in sounds that reached global audiences, attracted screaming fans, turned men and women into idols. His childhood fear vanished as he learned to divulge himself through the intricacy and pliability of pop, his inner thoughts riding atop soundwaves, fusing together with other genres rock, hip hop, jazz, punk. It was the music that could deliver him the explosive fame he deserved, a promise that he would never be upstaged. He was no longer confined to his timid shell; he revealed himself through his mastery of music, poured his heart into sound. He became envied, lusted over, and respected for the hits that spilled from his lungs. How miraculous that a boy became a god. "

Well, she learned that this was a guy who loved the sound of his own voice. This was a clear walking god complex. But then again, if you are a star with a massive fandom, it would be easy to see yourself as god if people worship you like one. She knows younger people can get carried away with their fanbases.

"So what happened next? How did that boy go from God to killer?" she was curious. This was an oddly interesting experience, she never spoke to a killer and it was interesting getting in the mind of one. Yet, Ji-Woon shook his head

"No no no, young lady. I opened my heart and soul. Now its your turn" he spoke as if he is a parent talking to a child. But it was clear he was messing around, clearly looking to entertain himself

Rita felt as if he got her, she had no reason to stay shut about her life when he clearly opened himself about his life, albeit at least part of it.
"Well I was born in Michigan. But my life wasnt exactly great there..." she skipped the part where she was married to John Alan Ackerman. She was young and made mistakes. "I met Paul and married him and moved to Miami. I got 2 kids with Paul. But we didnt exactly have a ... healthy marriage"
"Mmmm, I see" he spoke softly with a hum "Abusive husband" he looked at her with a more serious expression. More emotionless or non caring one. He now understood why she didnt want to open up and speak to him. Abusive marriage, kids to protect and talking to a sexy serial killer. She was clearly overwhelmed
"And well...after a domestic disturbance call, Paul was arrested by Debra, which prompted her to set me up on a date with Dexter."
"And then you two got married, lived happily ever after until the Entity took you one night from your daily walk" he interrupted the story with his head canon
"I guess you can say that"
"I knew it" Trickster said with a chuckle and then noticed the fog around her ankles
"Well well well, it showtime" he said as she realized that the Fog was calling her for the next trial