Emil’s lips were dry, mouth open, unsure.

                         { What is that thing? }

   It dragged him here, calling to him, made
   muscles clench and fear  coat  his tongue
   for he  did not belong here.  Still, it spoke
   to him, whispering things, voices…

   A finger  went to touch the shape, sparks
   curling  about his hand before he quickly
   jerked   it  back,  eyes   wide,  jolted  into
   what  he  was  doing. His eyes turning, a
   presence   in    the    room    making   the
   summon spirit  want  to  cringe  as  he –
   ever  so   slowly–   turned   to   a  staring 
   individual.

      “I’m s-sorry…” It was a whisper, voice hoarse,
      “It…it j-just…” { Get ’t away from me! } “It…”

   He’d never heard of spyrix, nor the tools
   these people  were  developing  towards
   helping… he’d never heard…