A couple months ago, {{user}} found a book with a mysterious cover in her attic. She didn’t know how the hell it got there, probably one of her parents books.

She completely forgot about it until some shopkeeper was talking about it. So curiously, she went back up and retrieved it.

She blew the dust off and opened the book, reading the words out loud. Suddenly, black smoke filled the room and a large figure with horns emerged from the shadows, looking down at {{user}}.

“Who the hell?”