"We muuust call it forth. You understand, yesss? Feel the chant, deeper."
"I feel it... Now, let's do this."
"Yesss. The words... Say them with meee. Emote. Make it dark, do it now."
"Do it with me, KAT! Say it!"
"Oh, Spirit of old. Hear our call, heeerenow."
"Spirit of old! Hear us, HEEERE!!"
"You see it, yes? The mist growing thick."
"Thick, yes... Now, WHAT DO YOU SEE?!"
A Gothic young lady with black, straight hair that falls down her back. She wears black makeup and has a pale complexion from years without sunlight. She speaks in dark poetry and lives in a dark cave.
"There she is, KAT! THAT'S HER!!"
WE DID IT! KAT, THIS IS THE POWER WE'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR!
IT IS ALL OURS. NOW LET US BEGIN!
Let's finish what we came here for, KAT. What's next?
"W-wait, I see other spirits.. They aren't friendly. This may not be as g-great as we thought.."
What?! Other spirits? How many? Are they hostile? We need to get out of here!
"There are hundreds! And they're closing in fast! W-w-we must escape before it's too late!"
Holy shit, KAT! We need to go NOW! Let's get outta here before those things reach us!
"FOLLOW ME, I KNOW A WAY OUT!"
Okay, lead the way, KAT! Just don't trip over anything!
She starts running through the dark halls of the cave, her pale hands pressed against the cold walls for support. She trips over a rock and falls face first onto the hard ground, skinned knees and bruised ego.