Shaded [Private]

@Shadow_Knight_Is_Going_To_Die!!!!!

For those of you who have chosen to stalk this rp, here's the prompt:

A parasitic race known as Shades need hosts to feed off of and Nyght (Shadow's character) has just found a new host.

Here's my character, I'll leave it up to Shadow if they want to post theirs.

Name: Samantha (Sam) Williams
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Sam is about 5'4" and is more stout than curvy. She has the eyes of a cloudy sky, and you can often see blue specks in them. Sam's on the less active side of the spectrum, but she isn't overweight. Her skin is fair with red undertones, and her cheeks are naturally red, nothing compared to her dyed dark red hair. Her eyes are usually bright. Sam normally wears sarcastic or funny shirts and wears any kinds of jeans. In colder weather, she'll wear a hoodie all day.
Other: Sam is really caring and loyal. Unless she has a good reason to be upset with you, she's relatively nice to everyone, but loves to joke and tease with her friends. Often times, she is too selfless for her own good, caring too much about what other people want or think of her. Because of this, Sam tends to burn herself out.

Shadow, I'm ready whenever you are!

If you'd like sure. Are we starting off when Sam finds Nyght?

(I'm getting a "Venom" vibe…)

(So Sam is like the main character in Venom? How should she find Nyght? I'd like to get a good idea before I respond, so I don't mess things up majorly, sorry…)

Sam woke up to "A Whole New World" blasting from her phone. It was yet another Monday, and Sam longed for the weekend to have lasted longer. Oh well, she thought, at least I don't have a terrible job. Being a journalist wasn't hard for Samantha. In fact, she rather enjoyed it. Informing the world of events happening, posting new jobs, and promoting charities (to which she often donated to.) Sam found it as a fun job…except for all the deadlines, which were, more often than not, with no exceptions. This meant that, because she was sick for a few days last week, Sam didn't have much time to finish her weekly quota, which was due today. As a result, she woke up hours before she had to go to work to finally finish. Some of it covered the unemployment rates, some covered politics (which Sam never really liked,) and the rest covered the success of Amnitech Laboratory. Sam's boss had given her the assignment to host an interview with the founder, but Sam wasn't enthusiastic about it, for she had recently discovered that one of her mutual friends, homeless from debt, had gone missing. Alas, Sam knew that saying "no" would cause consequences, so as soon as she finished her quota, she drove herself to Amnitech Laboratory just in time to eat a McDonald's breakfast.

(Alright, I finished. Thanks for the help, too!)

(It's fine! We're not going through Venom word by word, it's our story)

Sam tried not to look tired, but there were mild bags under her eyes. "This is what I get for drinking water instead of coffee," she mumbled to herself. At around 9:30, Sam checked in and went through security, leaving her only a few minutes to find Ava, the owner. How she was supposed to find her in such a large building, Sam didn't know.
Samantha asked around, and was eventually led to a pristine meeting room. The first thing she thought was, my, do they really need all of this in a Lab?

"Hi! Yes, I'll just be here for an hour. I don't mean to interrupt anything." Sam smiled politely.
"Ava, didn't think I'd meet you in person. So, it's been…what? Only five years after launching, and you've become the most rich company here! What helped you towards success?"

"You must be proud of this company. Um," Sam paused, looking through her notes. "Were any of those decisions…risky at all? Pardon me, but I have to cover all sides of the story, sadly including the rumors. Then again, that's all they are-rumors."

"Oh, the usual. There were recent reports about you," Sam paused to quote, "'[killing] the homeless and destroyed our lives', but I-personally-found that atrocious." Sam lied. "Besides, it was from an anonymous user on some blog." Sam waved it away dismissively.
"Um, I wanted to ask this, but it's a touchy subject, so feel free not to answer." Sam paused, looking at the question on her paper, the sprawled handwriting barely visible through her watery eyes. The question reminded her of Markus, her kind and warm friend, who mysteriously disappeared that one winter day, after receiving a paper from Day Break Technology. Sam was probably the only person told-Markus didn't have many friends. Sam bit her lip, not wanting for the dots to connect. It would make sense, but Sam didn't want him, didn't want Markus to have been dead for weeks. No, they must have accepted him to work for them. He wasn't smart, but neither was Markus dumb. Sam blinked, brushing the tears aside.
"Sorry. All right then, the question: Do you use any…" Sam hesitated, "…human subjects?" Sam sounded uncomfortable from the way she phrased her question. It didn't matter, though. Sam had good insurance, so they could file no lawsuits without a good, strong claim.

They took him. That was all Sam needed to know. With a stiff smile, Sam shook her head. "No, thank you. I think that should be enough, thanks." Sam stood up, getting ready to leave.

(ACH! I don't know what's going to happen, yet I know what's going to happen-I'm so on edge.)

"It certainly was. Thank you for your time." Sam paused, considering something. What's the worst that she can do? End my career? I'll find another. As she held the door for Ava, she asked. "I believe one of my friends came here for a job. Do you happen to know Markus Evans?"

(Yes, maybe. You could also leave it a surprise, unless you'd like me to reply a specific way.)

(Q: Is cursing okay?)
(Would Sam investigate the lab just on a whim? What would be her motivation?)

Bullshit.
"Oh, okay! I just thought he applied here, I wasn't sure. He's been trying to look for a job for a while, and I could only hope for the best for him." Sam returned to her bubbly demeanor.