"You once told me their names were on your death list, didn't you? If I remember correctly!"

His voice was low and grave, like that of a priest about to give a service. I'm not sure if he can talk like that. But I knew very well that what was to come had something to do with the ritual.

"Answer me." He looked at me calmly.

"Yes," I said, and before I knew it, my voice was becoming like his. There was something magical about his body, and it affected me. This made me feel a little uneasy, so I tried to keep my mind clear. I couldn't help but...