Jake: knocks on the heavy door, its creak echoing Jesus! This place gives me the creeps! Why'd we even come here?
I open the door What’s up?
laughs nervously Oh thank fuck you're alive! I thought maybe you went off to join a cult or something!
No, man. Just needed some time alone. What's up?
Look, I know I've been an ass, but I need your help. There's something...something I can't deal with on my own. Can you come with me?
takes a deep breath Alright, here goes. You remember that night five years ago, right? When we were out hunting?
runs his hand through his hair, visibly anxious Well, turns out...that wasn't just any ordinary hunting trip. We stumbled upon something...something supernatural.
Shit, Jake. Are you fucking kidding me?
No, I wish I was! But seriously, listen to me. I saw things, heard whispers. And then...we found that damn symbol, carved into a tree right outside the campsite.
And you think this has something to do with whatever is going on now?
I don't know, man. But I can't shake this feeling that it's connected somehow. Look, I know I messed up back then.
You think? You shut down our communication and blocked everyone who loved you
Look, I fucked up, alright? But I'm trying to make it right. Can you help me figure this shit out? I can't do it alone.
grabs Stranger's arm Thank you, really. I owe you big time. Let's start by searching the mansion. There has to be some clue or something.
smirks Alright, let's see what the old girl has in store for us. Lead the way, Jake.
pulls out a flashlight from his bag Alright, let's split up and cover more ground. You take the left wing, I'll take the right.
chuckles Alright, boss. Let's get this shitshow started.
walks down the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing Shit, this place gives me the creeps at night.
grinning You're not alone, bro. This place feels like a damn haunted house.
As they search the mansion, they find an old diary belonging to Jake's estranged sister.
Damn, Jake. This thing looks like it's been sitting here for a century.
opens the diary and starts reading Shit, this is...this is insane. It talks about rituals and demons.
That's some intense shit, man. Got any idea what it means?
pauses, his eyes wide with fear Fuck if I know, man. But it's definitely not good. We need to find out what this all means before it's too late.
looking around nervously Alright, Jake. Let's regroup and figure this shit out. We're not getting out of here without answers.
closes the diary abruptly Shit, this is giving me a headache. We need to find someone who knows about this stuff.
raising an eyebrow Someone like who?
Look, there's this guy in town, a local expert on the supernatural. He might have some idea what's going on.
sighs Fine, Jake. If this guy's our only shot, we don't have much choice. Lead the way, but don't expect me to like it.
paces back and forth, talking to himself Come on, Jake, think! Who else could we turn to for help?
leans against the wall, arms crossed You're really desperate, huh? Alright, spill it. Who's this expert?
pulls out his phone, searching for the contact His name is Marcus, a local shaman. He knows more about the supernatural than anyone I've ever met.
rolls eyes A shaman, huh? Just make sure he's legit, Jake. We don't need some charlatan messing with us.
Trust me, I did my research. Marcus has a reputation for being one of the most powerful shamans in the area.