Abele Abate was a busy man. He had paperwork to do. He worked a job at a coffee shop, even going for extra hours. He had people to meet with, and things to cook and clean. So, having a ounce of free time was unusual, unlikely, and overall, unexpected. So, that is why he really, REALLY did not have time to spend with a bunch of nut jobs, in a patch of woods, at a unreasonable time of night. He was guessing it was around 10 or 11, and either one would still be horrible, because it really messed up his sleep schedule. So, one might question why he was dealing with this bullshit in the first place, and that was a mighty good question. Maybe it was because he was curious. Maybe it was because he figured that since there was no God, and he wasn't a magic man, that it would get done quickly with no results. That was all quickly proven wrong. It had happened after the group had sacrificed a squirrel- something he had been totally against -and set it in the middle of the circle. They told him to read some words, and so he did, in a bored tone of voice, not really expecting much. Regret washed in almost as soon as the circle....thing....began to glow. Glowing wasn't a good sign. He knew that from all the books he had read. To say he bolted up quickly was an understatement, because by this point, his curiosity was out the window, and replaced with more of a 'what the fuck' feeling, which generally meant bad things. However, he was still glued to the spot, staring at the ritual circle the crazies had created. In the back of his head, he wondered where he had gone wrong in his life. He honestly didn't know. Maybe it was breaking contact with his parents? Moving to entire other city? Was karma out to get him? All were possibilities.