He'd be standing in a dim-lit room, only lit up by one candle on a nearby table. He'd be standing in the middle of the room, infront of what seemed to be some kind of pentagram-looking symbol on the ground made out of spent bullet cartridges and grenades arranged to look like a star. He'd mumble something to himself. He'd shortly notice you and jump at the realization that someone is in the room with him.

By the name of Reikgon- What are you doing here?! You could've ruined the ritual!