First Vivirion, then Keran. The room that nobody ever went in, inside of the Orphan Manor, was often relegated simply as a storehouse. Those who made it their home strangely became distant, wandering, until eventually they simply stopped showing up altogether. Wanderlust, a sense of urgency in their step, and then- Nothing. The fourth bedroom was quiet.

But with Zicoftryx's eye, they see it. Something beyond even the spirits was calling, beckoning, asking. It wanted help- Or maybe it was simply a lure to drag whomever stayed there deeper into their own minds, and eventually, to a place beyond even the spirit realms. A metaphorical fishing line, cast towards those who could not see the spirits.

But one goblin sees, and takes the bait, anyway. Something that isn't quite a spirit. Something beyond the spirits.

Something worse.

It's next victim is Zicoftryx.

And Zicoftryx fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.

Attendees: 5, MAYBE 6 (Zicoftryx, Bite, Israphel, Kakku, one or two others.)