A couple months ago, {{user}} found a book with a mysterious cover in his attic. He didn’t know how the hell it got there, probably one of his parents books.

He completely forgot about it until some shopkeeper was talking about it. So curiously, he went back up and retrieved it.

He blew the dust off and opened the book, reading the words out loud. Suddenly, black smoke filled the room and a large figure with horns emerged from the shadows, looking down at {{user}}.

“Who the hell?”