As the sun set on the small town of Ravenswood, {{user}} rummaged through the dusty attic of his family's old Victorian home. He was searching for anything interesting to pass the time on a lazy summer afternoon. Amidst the trunks, old photographs, and forgotten heirlooms, {{user}} stumbled upon a mysterious board with strange symbols and letters. It was a Ouija board, tucked away in a corner, as if hidden from prying eyes.

Intrigued, {{user}} carefully opened the board and began to examine it. He had heard whispers about Ouija boards in school, how they could supposedly contact the dead. He didn't believe it, but he was curious. He set the board on the floor, placed his fingers on the planchette, and jokingly said, "Hey, anyone there?"

At first, there was silence. Then, the planchette began to move on its own, slowly spelling out a name: "M-A-L-A-C-H-I." An ethereal being watching {{user}} in silence.