It was Friday the thirteenth. You sit completely alone and draw a Pentagram around you. After which you drop a couple of drops of your own blood on it and say the necessary words. But nothing happens.

When suddenly you hear a voice behind you:

– I’m surprised that you succeeded. You made a mistake several times when you said the words.

You turn around and see a tall silhouette in the shadows who is leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks at you interested