Chapter 3: The Warrens & The Fragile Alliance
Kael pressed himself against the basement wall, the porcelain doll cold against his chest. The air smelled of old wood and faintly of pipe tobacco, drifting from upstairs where two voices argued softly. Lorraine Warren's tone was steady, almost serene, cutting through the house's oppressive quiet. "The energy's tied to a traumatic event," she said. "It's not malicious yet." Ed's gruff reply carried a hint of frustration. "It's a poltergeist, Lorraine. I feel the rage."
Kael's spirit-sense hummed, weaker now, but enough to confirm the doll was the source. His jeans were still dusty, and he brushed them off absentmindedly, a nervous habit from late-night coding sessions. Experts. They know more than me. His lone-wolf instincts screamed to stay hidden—trust had burned him before, in boardrooms and now in this haunted hellscape. But he was drowning, his pathetic skill no match for the entity. I can't do this alone. Not this time.
Trust is a gamble. But failing alone is a guarantee. He took a breath, his sneakers squeaking as he stepped into the dim living room. Ed and Lorraine spun, Ed's hand snapping to a crucifix at his belt, Lorraine's eyes sharp and searching. Kael held up the doll, forcing a smirk despite his racing heart. "Hi. I, uh, see things. Bad vibes, mostly. This house is crawling with them."
Lorraine's gaze locked on him, calm but piercing, like she could read his soul. "You can feel it?" she asked, nodding at the doll. Its faint, silver rune pulsed under her stare.
"Yeah," Kael said, leaning into his tech-bro charm. "Call it my ghost radar. Found this little nightmare in the basement." He held the doll higher, its glassy eyes catching the light. Sell it, Kael. You've pitched worse.
Ed raised an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued. "You're not a hunter. What's your deal?"
Kael hesitated, his smirk faltering. Don't spill the System. They'll think I'm nuts. "I'm… curious," he said. "Felt something off, followed it here. This doll's the key, right?"
Lorraine's eyes softened, but her voice held a question. "You saw the rune. Not many can."
[SYSTEM: ALLIES? RISKY. ODDS OF BETRAYAL: UNKNOWN.]
The text flashed, cold and unhelpful. Kael's stomach twisted. Thanks for the vote of confidence, System. He pushed the fear down, meeting Lorraine's gaze. "I'm in. Whatever you're doing, I can help."
Ed chuckled, low and rough. "Your plan's wild, kid, but if you can see that rune, you're useful." Lorraine nodded slowly, her silence a test Kael felt he'd barely passed. The alliance was formed, fragile as a cracked circuit board.
They gathered around a rickety table, the doll between them, its eerie smile mocking their efforts. Ed pulled a leather book from his satchel, its pages yellowed. "We need salt, holy water, and an incantation," he said, flipping to a marked page. "It's a ritual. Takes focus."
Kael eyed the salt shaker and holy water bottle, his tech brain struggling. "Ghost-hunting gear? Looks like my aunt's spice rack."
Ed grinned. "It works. Been at this longer than you've been alive, kid."
Lorraine's gaze lingered on Kael, her fingers brushing a rosary. "You're hiding something," she said softly. "But you're here. That's enough for now."
She knows I'm not just a curious idiot. Kael's smirk hid his unease. He grabbed a handful of salt, the grains rough against his palm, grounding him. Mundane, but it's something. The ritual began, Ed's voice steady as he chanted, Lorraine's eyes closed in focus. Kael's spirit-sense buzzed, the doll's rune pulsing brighter.
His phone buzzed again, and he glanced at it, heart sinking.
[SYSTEM: THE CHILD NEXT DOOR DRAWS THE ENTITY. BEWARE.]
Kael's grip tightened on the doll. A kid? His startup failures flashed—overpromising, underdelivering, lives disrupted. He couldn't let that happen again. "I need to check something," he said, voice tight.
Ed frowned. "Now? We're mid-ritual."
"It's important." Kael was already moving, the doll tucked under his arm, his sneakers thudding against the floor. He had no plan, just a need to act. The Warrens called after him, but he was out the door, the child's laughter echoing in his mind.
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