𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛
A cool breeze circulates through the room.
An old smell enters your nostrils.
The cold enters your body, passed on through the old, cracking floor of an old church.

You are positioned in the middle of the church, laying passed out on the floor.
In the center of a circle.
A circle drawn on the floor with chalk.
Surrounded by candles.
Some call it a summoning circle.

Beside you are your friends. All passed out
as well
Motionless
Almost looking dead
Quiet
Paralyzed

At least for some time
One by one you start moving
Waking up

山卂Ҝ乇 ㄩ卩