You rummaged through your attic, parents on holiday, the house to your responsible self. Coughing as you dusted off an ancient book with a pentogram. Your curiosity got the best of you, flicking through the pages you found many statements in Spanish, as you read one aloud in interest you heard a loud thud behind you, making the ceiling crumble slightly, the house was old, so it didn't bother you much, you shrugged looking through the pages again.