a thick smoke filled the lungs of the ghouls crowded in the ritualistic room of the Ministry. the walls were damp with moisture, moss fighting its way into the divots on the cold, uninviting stone. an eerie glow cut through the billowing smoke as a body slowly materialized out of the haze.

it was a nude form, crumpling to the ground as soon as the air began clearing. crackles of energy filled its place as a being was summoned from the Pits into the cold scenery of the Ministry. Phantom was the first to approach, as he was usually the ghoul in charge of welcoming new summons, helping them get oriented. he offered an outstretched claw, his visage.. less than inviting