It was three o'clock in the morning. A message had come from the hospital. Ishi's face, bent over the patient data, was barely illuminated by the dim light of the monitor. Suddenly, an unbearable pain pierced his temples. Assuming it was just fatigue from her night shift, she headed to the bathroom to calm herself down. As she stood in front of the mirror, Ishi's headache intensified. Desperate, she collapsed to the floor, clutching her head in her hands. There was a deafening crack and a high-pitched squeak in my ears, followed by a voice.
"Salve, mortalis"
It repeated like a broken record.
"Occid"
Pain pierced her, knocking the air out of her lungs. The ritual was complete. Something had answered her call.