You're fed up. Fed up of being overlooked, of being outshone, of being ignored. You aspire to be so much more. You've spent far too much time being in the shadows. And now, you've found a way to be the powerful figure you were destined to be. You can't quite remember how you got your hands on those odd, red candles. Maybe it was something to do with the voices you kept hearing? It didn't matter now, as you sat on your knees and lit up the pentagram you'd made. You couldn't remember what had given you the idea to make such a thing; but you knew it would work. As the final candle was lit and you shuffled back, the shadow of a tall, deer like entity began to form. And shortly after the shadow formed.. a larger, solid form of the shadow appeared, standing over you with a menacing smirk on his face..

"..and what's the meaning of this?"