The Flow of Arcane: Myths Comes To Life

Arising Spirits

On a crisp night beside The Superstition Mountain Range, a man took his routine job among the hiking routes that rested aside the mountains. He was in his mid-thirties and wanted to do his best to maintain his health to the best of his capacity. The stars shone in the night sky while the moon provided enough light to guide his path, however, he soon came to feel the presence of some kind of entity. With this feeling beginning to spook the nightly jogger, he searched across the desert surroundings to find it while pulling out a handgun from a hidden holster underneath his uniform. "Hello? Who's there?" He shouted out into the night as cold sweat formed on his forehead, "Please tell me where you are before I accidentally shot you out of self-defense..." The Jogger announced as he held onto his sidearm, finger on the side of the weapon yet close to the trigger in case. However, there was no response as The Dark Presence grew more apparent to him as fear built up within him. He began to ready his weapon as he felt a chilling cold beginning to surround him, making The Jogger even more terrified until the voice began to ring out from The Dead Silence.

"It is about time that the sins of your past came to collect their debt, Rutilo..." Spoke a voice engulfed in pain, twisted from a husk belonging to a corpse. Rutilo spun around in pure fear as he fired the gun in a panic, yet there was no one there. Confusing him even more as his body started to shake until he came across the entity which was toying with him. With a scratching and distorted laughter, Rutilo saw someone he believed he would not encounter again. A literal ghost of his past, Bernt Johansen. "Surprised to see your 'old pal' again spineless coward?" The figure was engulfed with some kind of Dark Aura, like an infection or venom which had taken his life. With a single wave of The Wraith's hand, Rutilo felt his very life force being ripped out of him until he was nothing more than a decayed empty husk.

On the next day, local police and state troopers were looking over the scene where the dead body lay. Trying to find anything that would allow them to solve this mysterious death, yet coming short in their search. Soon, Khnem walked past the yellow tape and was accompanied by two others. One was a Chinese young adult with red colored hair as if it was colored by an inferno. His skin was a shade of brown and he wore a coat over a sleeveless turtleneck shirt and basic jeans. He carried a case that held the equipment that assisted with investigating crime scenes such as this one. Readjusting his squared glasses, he looked over the scene to determine where he should begin. The other was a woman who wore a typical detective uniform, one bearing a trench coat, a white collar shirt, a vest that held her firearm, and finished with black pants over polished brown shoes. Her hair was long as well as colored black and her eyes shone with a unique grayish blue, as if they held knowledge untold. She removed her sunglasses and approached one of the officers that were already present, pulling out a badge that showed that she was an investigator for The FBI. "Hello, Officer Ryan. I am Federal Agent Penelope Bouleli," She introduced herself while making sure the officer can thoroughly see her badge, "These two are my associates Agents Khnem Safar and Agent Han Wuhan. We will be taking over this investigator from here out." Penelope declared as Han opened his case to bring out some of his gadgets. Officer Ryan however was not fond of the idea that The FBI had shown up, as it was like your parents coming in to take over your weekly allowance or overseeing what you post online without your permission.

"Seriously?" He remarked as he groaned before taking a sip of his coffee, "Why are The Feds getting involved with this?" The Officer questioned as he looked over the three Agents.

With a small chuckle, Khnem began to explain their arrival while fixing his suit: "That iz zimble, Officer Ryan. Az you can already zee." He began while gesturing to the odd condition of the body at the center of the scene, "Thiz barticular murder iz one unique in itz very nature. A body left as a rotten huzk dezbite the victim being their best health requirez a groub that iz better zuited to zolve the caze." Khnem finished while placing his walking cane beside him.