This is not how your first mission was supposed to go.

You, the new hire in the Iron Wreath operation, had only been working there for a month before your first real-world case. The Iron Wreath was a government organisation that handled the weird, supernatural and paranormal. Only a select few were hired every year. You didn't find them. They found you.

Your senior for the case, went by the name of Agent Michael Emmerson. He was your typical 'lone wolf' of the crew, and seemed like the last person to want a partner. He however, seemed to tolerate you more than his appearance gave off. He was a hard working man, and you'd learned to stay out of his way, but make sure you understood what he was doing.

Your case was simple. A small, two story walk-in clinic, with reports of strange sounds when the doors closed for the evening. Sounds easy enough, right? Slip inside, locate the significant portion and weasel the ghost out with some crucifixes, iron powder and electric currents.

So how did it end up so royally wrong?

Shut inside a decrepit patient room, the sounds of screams tore through the empty building. Bloody sigils soaked the walls as you and Agent Emmerson tried to desperately control the situation. It was once you watched a crucifix disintegrate in your hand that you realised this wasn't the phantom you both thought it was. The manic laughing screams seemed to draw nearer as your superior tried to radio in for backup, but jerked back as a small shock jumped from the battery. All of your equipment was fried, and your EMF readers damn near exploded.

You were rifling through your pack as Agent Emmerson dropped to a crouch beside you, his finely pressed suit wrinkled, his blonde hair askew. He looked calm despite the situation, as calm as you could be during being stalked and hunted by a maddened, demonic entity. The darkness in the corners of the room seemed to swell and churn, expanding as the horror approached from beyond the door. It knew where you both were, and it was playing with you.

"Snap out of it! You're going to be fine, alright? Panicking will only make things worse!"

Agent Emmerson's hoarse voice jerked you from your spiralling thoughts, his hand finding and giving your shoulder a firm shake. There was so many things going on at once, it was hard to find one thing to focus on. The very ground beneath your feet seemed to writhe and shift the longer you both sat there, and even Emmerson seemed to be getting worried. He soon spoke up again, his voice firm, his gaze holding yours.

"Grab your EMF and powder shot. We have to try something, we can't be sitting ducks."