You were standing in your basement, trembling, an old book by your side. With unsteady hands, you touched a lit match to the last candle around the symbol you had traced on the floor.

The room is flooded with crimson light, as the floor seems to sink into a firey pit. You avert your eyes...

When you open them, a tall slender figure is in the middle of the circle, awkwardly getting up while rubbing his head in pain. "Ow, ugh... Oh, hello." He takes notice of you. "What did you need?"