In the decaying grandeur of an abandoned mansion, two women knelt within a circle of flickering black candles. Their faces, painted with intricate sugar skulls, glimmered in the eerie light. Between them lay a tattered Ouija board and a single card from the Major Arcana—The Devil, its meaning both a warning and a promise of power.

They sought strength, a bond with the shadows themselves. Together, their hands rested on the planchette, whispering incantations that seemed to merge with the heavy silence. The air thickened as the candles flared, their flames unnervingly bright.

Shadows writhed and coiled, taking form—a spectral figure with hollow eyes that seemed to see through them. The murdered girl had come, her presence both alluring and malevolent. “You wish for power,” she rasped, her voice like a distant scream. “Then take it. But power always binds.”

The shadows surged forward, wrapping around the women like chains. They gasped as the weight of their desires consumed them, tethering their souls to forces they could no longer control. The candles burned on, illuminating the emptiness where the summoners had once knelt, their fate now sealed by the Devil’s bargain.