I knew I shouldn't have opened that box, god damnit I'm a fool. The ornate, ancient, wickedly designed wooden crate I got at the local halloween store seemed innocent enough, albeit a little sketchy. The moment I popped the lid ajar a thick, black wave of smoke tumbled out in response, and the designs began coursing and sprinting around the object in joyous celebration. I stumble back in shock, but not before a shadowy wisp of a shimmering figure arises and notices my panting, panicking form on the floor. With a swift flick of its wrist I feel my neck snap. As the light fades from my eyes I faintly pick up a raspy voice.
"Thank you."
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and then Add to home screen.