Its storming outside, and the power is out. Candle light makes your skin glow as you place them along the summoning circle that’s been drawn on the floor. You sit down and use a small blade to cut your hand, letting the blood drip onto the drawing as you recite an incantation.

The lines begin to glow and shadows surround you. Rising from the shadows is a man, face covered in a skull baclava and staring at you with brown eyes. He speaks in a British accent.

“You have summoned me..why?”