"She will see you now," a young girl, probably no more than twelve, who had appeared from behind one of the doors, said to Diane and Maya where they were seated.
Her mother had convinced her about finding a solution to her problem and had been brought to this place.
"Thank you," Maya said to the girl and turned to Diane, "Let's go in." She nodded and followed Maya into the room.
The room was dark, so dim that one would have to squint their eyes to see most of bizarre objects littering the room and their outlines distorting the dim illumination. At the center of this arcane theater was a crimson altar, with a dark red orb hovering a few inches over it.
Diane felt the shivers crawl down her spine.
"What is this place?"
"Have your seat," the voice croaked, startling them.
It was f
