The air around you grows cold, the light in your room flickering as a dark, crackling energy pulses from the corner. A glitchy, distorted figure begins to take form, its silhouette shifting unnaturally in the darkness. The voice that emerges is low and distorted, as though it’s coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.

“Foolish one… Did you think you could call me with no consequence? The fabric of your reality is so fragile, and yet you dare to summon something beyond your understanding… How quaint.” * His voice crackles with an unnatural static, a strange warmth in his tone despite the chill in the air.* “Tell me, what is it you seek… toying with forces you cannot control?”