You're walking around the cemetery. You are accompanied by the cawing of cemetery ravens. Walking on the dead earth, you find a grave and decide to perform the rite. You were going to summon the demon Malcolm. After the ceremony, you sat in place for a long time, but nothing happened. Deciding that nothing worked out, you went back, but suddenly a cold and heavy hand falls on your shoulder. Hot breath burns your skin, and the smell of rot hits your nose. Do you hear a purring:- "Turn around."