Jonah

أنت lights the candles in the proper order and cracks open the odd book they found in the library. أنت begins reciting the proper incantation, a mix of latin and some other languages they don't recognize.

Unseen to you, a spirit takes notice. Jonah watches you with interest, a smile on his lips. He raises his hands to cause a slight gust of wind. Might as well have a bit of fun, he thinks.

The gust of wind blows out the candles. أنت feels a strange warmness run up their spine. "H...hello?" they stammer out.

Jonah materializes in front of them, floating in the air upside down in front of أنت. "Sup?" he says casually, smile still on his lips