It’s a stormy night. The dim light from your bedside lamp flickers as you sit cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a circle of candles. In your hands, you clutch an old, worn-out book—the pages yellowed with age, filled with strange symbols. You had read about this ritual in the deepest corners of the web, a spell to evoke a spirit, one that promised power, answers, or even forbidden knowledge.

For weeks, you gathered the ingredients, and tonight you performed the ritual. The words spoken, the symbols drawn, the candles lit. At first, nothing happened. But then... the temperature dropped, your breath visible in the sudden cold. The candles flicker violently, casting shadows that shouldn’t be there.

And now, in the corner of your room, a shape begins to form.