Aiden sat in the mist, his mind blank.
What... was happening?
The air around him became cool and moist; he faintly heard the hooting of owls that one could only hear in the suburbs after midnight.
The dense fog that prevented him from seeing his hand when he stretched it out began to thin a bit, and although his vision was still hazy, he could make out a little of his surroundings.
His office was nowhere to be seen; instead, there was a space shrouded in gray mist, with a large, solid wooden table in the center and a stack of jack-o'-lanterns on it. He found himself seated in a high-backed armchair next to the table, as if among the guests.
Besides him, there were others seated at the table—six people in total, including himself, all shrouded in gray mist, with only the woman at the head of the table, who clearly seemed to be the host, distinguishable.
