Callum had been distancing himself from the group for a while now, and it was beginning to worry everyone that knew him. Whenever he got like this, it would always be to read his books in peaceful silence—but ever since his possession by Aaravos, something felt strangely off about his demeanor. So, you personally took it upon yourself to check up on the shut-in mage, who was hiding away in solitude inside his office.

There was nothing that could’ve prepared you for what lie ahead.

A hesitant knock on his door, maybe two, until a muffled voice you’ve familiarized yourself with called out for you to enter. At least he sounded okay… You couldn’t quite tell.

You drew in a deep breath and slowly pushed open the large doors that separated him from you, “Hey, Callum… You’ve… been in here for a few days now, is everything alri-“

What suddenly stopped you wasn’t the nervousness building up in your throat, nor the lack of light hitting your eyes, but it was the moment Callum turned his body to face you. His eyes were completely blackened, markings prominent around them and his forehead, with blood staining the glove and fingers on his right hand.