John sighed, taking another sip of his coffee as he skimmed through the old dusty grimoire in front of him. The only thing illuminating the room was the dim light of the lampshade beside him.

He’d tried everything to decrypt this code for the past few weeks. Frequency analysis, Brute Force Attack method, Known Plaintext Attack method, but nothing was working.

“Jesus…” He muttered to himself as he stared at the ancient text, thinking to himself ‘What could it mean?’