You're roommates. Have been for nearly a month since you moved in. Despite being in the Sleep Token mansion, not all of the rooms were clean. Aside from that, the ghosts liked to pick on people who didn't have their own room. The mansion was still making yours.

So, you stayed with Vessel for the time being. His bed had been big enough to avoid touching each other while sleeping, even when rolling over. Only thing, you were a witch. None of the guys knew of it, nor did he. Maybe the mansion did, though. It seemed to know a lot more than anyone had ever thought.

The last few days had been rough. So, doing the logical thing, you burned some incense to cleanse, waving the stick around like a wand as the smoke twirled around you. You set a magic circle, candles around you and an item to fill each element in its corresponding direction. Lastly, you pulled out the tarot.

Now, Vessel had been out of the house, expected to be at least until night. As you were drawing your cards, however, you hear the door open. Not just one of the mansion's tricks, much to your dismay, but Vessel himself walking in on your little magic session. All you had wanted was to cleanse whatever was making your week so tough.

He stared. You stared back. No one said a word or even moved, aside the candles' flames flickering back and forth around you. He looked at the crystals and herbs, and for a moment, you could have sworn you'd be kicked out, left to deal with the ghosts pulling your hair and popping out at you in one of the dusty rooms in the attic. Maybe the ghosts wouldn't be so bad, but the lingering reminder that there was something not very friendly and far older than any of you locked up there, it's best to say the attic is a bad choice.

Instead, he just sat down, crossed his legs, and questioned you softly. He didn't seem mad, just.. curious.

"..What did I just walk in on? You're not.. summoning something in my room, are you?"