[color=ed1c24][center][h2]Spring-Heeled Jack - Assassin[/h2][/center][/color]
[color=ed1c24][center][h3]Hotel Room at Shinto Town/Being Summoned[/h3][/center][/color]

As Stelle began the ritual, the air in the room started to thrum with magical energy as the lines of the summoning circle took on a subtle glow. As she continued into the third and fourth lines, the prana within the room was thick enough to raise goose bumps on exposed skin and make the short hairs at the back of someone’s neck stand on end, the light of the summoning circle now bright enough that it could no longer be dismissed as a trick of the light.

By the second verse the rusted gauntlet in the centre of the circle started to vibrate slightly, rattling slightly as the metal plates hit against each other. The rattling became a tremor by start of the third verse, the light of the circle now replacing that of the sunset to bathe the room in a deeper, more ominous crimson glow. At the end of the third verse, as the final words left Stelle’s mouth and completed the ritual, a cloud of pale white smoke, lit from within and turned a pale red by the light of the summoning circle, filled the room.

The smoke swirled in eddies driven by some unknown source of wind, producing areas of thicker smoke that played tricks on the eyes, making you see figures that disappeared a second later only to appear somewhere else, sometimes two or three at a time. The smoke faded, gradually dissipating until it was possible to see clearly again, the phantom figures that filled the room disappearing one by one until only a single figure remained. Then, that too disappeared, leaving Stelle alone in an empty hotel room.

All at once the remaining smoke was sucked back into the centre of the summoning circle, the rattling gauntlet stopped at once and went still as the light of the circle died instantly, not even bothering to dim or fade as it went out like a switch had been flipped. The room was silent, the quiet seeming even more oppressing for how much commotion there had been just a moment ago.

Long seconds passed, three then five then ten, and still no Servant appeared. Then, right by Stelle’s ear, close enough she could feel hot breathe against the shell of it, a voice whispered to her. [color=ed1c24]“What are we looking at?”[/color]

[@Parallel Hearts]