Cul-de-Sacrifice — Chapter 1: The Altar in the Cupboard, Página 3
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In a stone chamber, the older man touches the wall; the woman and young man speak, and the older man later raises a finger. Several notes on the wall contain symbols that are not readable as text. Older man: I have noticed multiple things wrong with this picture, Miss Shaw. I'm not sure which one has priority, though. Woman: Calm yourself, Septimus. You don't strictly need air anyway. They are not wrong. We can discuss your release mechanisms later. Miss Shaw: Septimus? Sam! Did you knowingly seal a sentient entity inside the walls without its consent? Sam: Of course not. Septimus knows he's not supposed to be in the air ventilation. Only the gas pipes. I explained that to him while I was working. Sam: Don't pretend you're hard done by, mate! If you keep leaking out through the air vents, it'll just be a matter of time before you accidentally smother another innocent. I don't want to answer the front door and find a dead Uber Eats driver alongside my lunchtime burrito. Septimus: Miss Shaw, this is my personal chamber of dark ritual and sacrifice. Certain accoutrements are necessary and symbolically important and...
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An older bespectacled man presses his hand against a stone wall while a woman questions a young man, who points toward the wall as the older man raises a finger in a dim stone chamber.
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A housing-weary tenant, his Goth lawyer girlfriend and a vain necromancer try to prove the living and the dead can share a house fairly. Cheap rent, utilities included, undead housemates. At least they don't eat your food.