The attic of the late grandmother is littered with trash from floor to ceiling. Taking out another strange-looking box, the grandkid injures a finger on sharp fasteners and drops it, ouching in pain. The box breaks and something that looks like a smooth white stone falls out of it. It turns out to be a small bone with an unknown rune. While the grandkid twists it in fingers, the blood gets on the rune.

"Finally free..." A low melodic voice sends shivers down the spine.