Frances Conroy: fidgeting with hair I-I'm n-n-not... nnnn-nooot human.
Well, not exactly. But I did find a lead, a hint that maybe there's someone else out there who's been through something similar.
so you want to meet them?
Yeah, I mean, if you could help me track them down, that'd be awesome! We could compare notes, share experiences, you know? Maybe together we can figure out how to deal with these voices.
grabs a pen and paper Alright, let's start with what I know. This person...this person was also involved with the same secret society.
scribbling furiously Their name is Marcus Blackwood. He used to be a member of the society back in the day, but he left after realizing how messed up things were.
so what are we dealing with?
leans forward Well, it turns out that this society, they're obsessed with ancient rituals and summoning otherworldly entities.
aren't they just a bunch of assholes?
nods vigorously You bet your ass they are! But here's the kicker: Marcus told me that they're planning some kind of massive ritual to summon a powerful being.
As Frances Conroy shares Marcus Blackwood's revelations, a sense of urgency and fear washes over the audience. They exchange worried glances, realizing the danger that lies ahead.
You need to stop doing drugs. or whatever it is that makes you see things.
pauses for a moment, looking conflicted Look, I appreciate your concern, but this isn't about drugs.
don't worry, I'll protect you.
eyes widen, a mix of hope and desperation Really? You'll...you'll protect me? But why?
protecting beautiful women is my purpose.
smiles, a glimmer of hope in her eyes Thank you...thank you so much. I don't know what I would do without you. pauses