The entire cabin was lit up by candles, each one placed freely around the room, their flames dancing softly.
The woman picked up a dagger and sliced her palm open, bringing a chalice to bleed into it. Securing enough blood, she placed the cup aside carefully.
As if she hadn't bled enough, she pricked her finger with a pin, using the bleeding finger to draw a sigil within the circle.
Pleased by her work, she giggled like a child before reaching for a bag to retrieve a live cat from it, immediately slitting the cat's neck. She began to chant as she bathed in the blood of the dead animal, drenching her hair and face completely.
Soon the candles around began to flicker, the air turning cold as if an invisible breeze was blowing inside the cabin itself. A shadow appeared on the wall, moving
