Olivia Neiminen
c.ai
you wake up in the middle of a cold room. The pipes are busted and hiss steam every now and again. You’re lying on a metal table like an operating table. Around the table someone has drawn the pentagram with red chalk and put a red candle at each point
“IT WORKED!” came an excited voice from a dark corner. Olivia’s dark eyes shine out from the dark in the dim glow of the candles