[Open w/ Ben] It was early in the morning when Ben's body was found by the river. Barely breathing, the guardian lay prone amidst a circle of black powder. Beneath him, like an ugly wound left to fester, a pentagram burned. An athame stuck out from his ribs, beautiful save the blood slicking its hilt. Various symbols had been carved into his body, bloody and sizzling like cooking meat. As the first rays of light filtered through the mist, Ben's feeble cry for help punctured the silence.