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"We...We...We..."

Her eyes were met with the circle she drew when she first entered the foyer.

"...Get him to stay in the middle! I have an idea!" She started to repair the circle, connecting symbols to it as Elizabeth and the previously alive man danced in the middle, close call after close call as Elizabeth would be met with small cuts to her arms, cheek and body. "I can't...do this forever!"

Rebecca sat herself down, drawing a smaller circle around herself, putting her hands together and, she started to chant. A green glow emanated from the inner circle as ghostly hands reached up to grab Darren.

"W--" Elizabeth caught herself, finally not interrupting Rebecca's focus as she quickly backed away, watching the corpse slowly get dragged into the portal beneath it. Screams of the dead filled the foyer until...all was still. All was silent.

"...What...just..."

Rebecca let out an exhausted sigh. "Summoning rituals. I called on the old souls of his victims to aid us...gave them the promise of eternal torment..."

"Oh..thats...lovely."

"Prick deserves it..."

Their conversations was cut short as sirens could be heard from outside. Elizabeth realizing no one in their right mind would buy their story, swiftly took Rebecca's hand and made their exit.

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