During spring cleaning, I had been rummaging around the garage. All was well until I found a box. It was covered in jagged carvings, and each crevice was filled with dust, which I wipe away from the lid. It was empty... except for a chill burst of air and some more dust which I quickly and quietly dump in the garden. I hadn't a chance to say anything before a hand began creeping up and out of the scattered pile. "What in the-" I gasp. 'Da Dum Da Dum Da Dum' The drum of a heart rang in my ears as if I were lying my head upon someone's chest. Tears welled in my eyes as a humanoid figure forms above the garden. "Oh dear spirit... whatever have I done..?" I whimper as the stench of fire burned my nose.
