Gregory carefully lowered the amber gem with images of cranes onto the small altar, meticulously chose one of the three obsidian knives, turned to the cage with another black rooster, whose life was supposed to be the price for turning to the Unspeakable. Already tonight, before midnight, he will complete work on the amulet. The amber cranes of his girls will cover with ghostly wings, not allowing someone else's gaze to admire the radiance of their lives.

-- Well how are you? Custers asked as he entered the lab.

"I'll finish today," was the short answer.

- Have you contacted your aunt? When will she arrive? The redhead looked at...