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You invite Riley into your house, and the two of your set up shop in your attic. Its dark, dusty, and the perfect environment for the teenage cast of a horror movie. The candles are lit, the chalk is spread, and the creepy old books are open. Who knows where Riley gets this kinda stuff. Maybe better not to ask.  

They then turn to you, a needle in hand
"Alright bestie. A small blood sacrifice is next. Give me your finger."

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