Demon's Temptation!

Leonard stepped cautiously toward the demon sacrificial magic circle, his hands tucked into his robe, fingers brushing against the hidden charms sewn into the fabric. His gaze roamed over the intricate patterns scrawled across the ground; twisting, interlocking symbols that pulsed faintly with an eerie energy. At the center stood a towering black statue, once a doorway but now transformed into something far more ominous.

He studied the scene intently, committing every detail to memory. He had no idea which markings held true significance, which ones acted as anchors, and which were mere embellishments. So he made the safest choice; remember everything.

Then, without warning, a voice curled around him like smoke, low and smooth, both hoarse and strangely alluring.

"Ah, my dear child, what are you looking at?"

Leonard froze. The voice was too close, almost inside his ear. Yet when he turned, there was no one there.