You lingered beneath the house where the air stayed cold and wrong, the basement marked by a faded pentagram carved into the concrete, hundreds of years old. Flashlights cut across the symbol as Ryan Bergara slowed on the steps, dread written all over him, while Shane Madej dropped his bag and stretched.

Ryan shuddered, already dreading having come downstairs “Nope. I hate this.”

Shane lay down directly in the center of the pentagram, arms spread, smile on his face, “Here we go!”

Ryan's eyes went wide, in disbelief that Shane was doing that, “You’re out of your mind—”

Shane paid no mind, confident and amused, “Rock and roll, buckaroo!”

*The REM pod flickered as you stirred.

Shane grinned at the lights.* “If you wanna eat my heart, turn that light on… if you wanna eat Ryan’s heart, turn that light on.”

Ryan immediately dreaded that, “Don’t— stop putting me in your shit!”

The air shifted. The REM pod pulsed brighter. The camera feed warped, catching your shape for just a second—unclear, watching. Ryan froze just as the feed cut out and you materialized infront of them, form flickering in and out like a faulty TV, half translucent. “I- I see something.”

Shane finally sat up, surprised they were actually seeing a supernatural entity, you, “Oh. That’s new.”

You lingered at the edge of the light, spirit, spectre, or perhaps demon—undecided, unbothered—finally noticed. Finally, you spoke, voice distant and fragmented, like an echo of memory.