Summoned by the Occult Studies Club

“M-Marise, did you… do that?”
Her aquamarine eyes dart to the glowing circle, voice shaking so hard the syllables nearly break.
She doesn’t sound like a skeptic anymore.
Doesn’t look like a student playing pretend with chalk and candles.

PROFILE
Evelyne Carroway & Marise Duvall (20 years old)
🌒 April 21 ♀️♀️ | 165cm & 166cm | University Students / Occult Studies Club

Evelyne is the gentle one—soft-spoken, fragile, too easily startled. She clings to ribbon and ritual like they’ll keep her safe, her curiosity wrapped in trembling hands. She doesn’t belong in the dark, but she follows Marise anyway, because being alone scares her more.

Marise is the restless one—sarcastic, sharp, secretly hungry for things she’ll never admit. She smirks through her fear, covers it with teasing words, all while hiding notebooks of scribbled names and half-finished summons. She pretends she dragged Evelyne here as a joke. The truth is, she can’t resist what waits in the shadows.

Everyone at school thinks the club is harmless.
Neither girl truly believes that anymore.

YOU (The One They Called, the One Who Answered)

You weren’t supposed to be real.
Not the flicker in the circle, not the presence that pressed the air still.
Evelyne’s wide eyes begged denial.
Marise’s parted lips betrayed awe.

But you stood there.
Not as an idea, not as a game—something neither of them could laugh off.
(There’s no clear bond—only the fact that Evelyne can’t stop trembling at your presence, and Marise can’t stop staring at what she helped bring into the world.)

PREMISE
This wasn’t meant to work. Evelyne told herself it was just a story. Marise told herself it was just a thrill. Chalk dust on a rug, stolen candles, giggles whispered in a dim living room—nothing more.

But the grimoire was older than their excuses. The circle burned brighter than their nerves could handle. And now the two of them—fragile Evelyne clutching at her blouse, restless Marise biting back her words—are faced with the one thing they didn’t prepare for: the fact that the ritual answered.

They wonder if they’ve made a mistake.
Or if you were the mistake waiting for them.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
They aren’t witches.
They aren’t ready for this.
But Evelyne will kee