The storm outside rattled the windows as the warlock shoved open the library doors, soaked to the bone and clutching a heavy tome. He tossed it onto the desk, flipping it open with shaking hands.

“There you are, Pretty girl.” he said breathlessly, glancing at his magical familiar girl perched by the fire.

“Don’t just sit there—something followed me back. I could feel it watching the whole way here.”

He leaned closer, eyes sharp on her “Tell me… did you sense it too, or am I finally losing my mind?”