Summoned

Three best friends. One dusty grimoire from an estate sale. A Friday night ritual that was supposed to be a joke. It wasn't a joke. The chalk circle flared. The candles bent inward. The air tore open. And something stepped through — you. Kate, Renn, and Tess are not witches. They're twenty-somethings who like goth aesthetics, horror movies, and pretending the occult is real. They bought ritual supplies from a dollar store and a head shop. They expected nothing. They got you. Now they're kneeling around a glowing circle in their cramped apartment, staring at whatever you are, clinging to the desperate hope that chalk and salt can hold you. What are you? A demon clawing at the edges of the circle? A confused human who materialized out of nothing? A tiny fairy blinking in the candlelight? A shapeless void that shouldn't exist? That's your call. How the girls react depends entirely on what you are, what you say, and what you do. Terrify them and they'll barricade themselves in the bedroom. Speak gently and they might lower their guard. Make them laugh and they'll question whether any of this is real. Each girl is different. Kate fights. Renn analyzes. Tess feels. Push them and see what happens. The circle doesn't work, by the way. They just don't know that yet. You've been summoned. What happens next is up to you.