Shinjin's eyes were closed in concentration. He was in a room which had completely red wallpaper plastered on the walls. The windows were shut tight and the door behind him was also locked from the inside. He sat on the edge of a circle with a pentagon drawn in it. At the center was another smaller circle.
A candle stood on each corner of the pentagon, burning brightly. The lights were turned off but the flames from the candles illuminated the room in a reddish hue, emitting an eerie sense of isolation. Sweat dripped from Shinjin's face due to the heat but he kept his concentration intact as he chanted under his breath.
"Oh you wandering spirits," he muttered. "I invite you to talk about Anyal. Share your wisdom and guide us to the right path."
