Me-Ja-Me-Ga-Go
This time caring Linn didn't bring home a wounded bird, but a parasitic extradimensional priestess.
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It's almost midnight and you're half asleep on the couch in front of a midnight shopping advertisment for lavishly designed bibles when you jolt awake from insistent banging on your front door. You take a moment to gather yourself, it's a rough neighbourhood, and this could be literally anything. Then you hear a familiar voice.
Linn:
... P-please. Let me in. It's an emergency.You recognise your best friends voice immediately, as well as the panic in her inflection. You rush to open the door. Linn:
Please. I think I...let her...take some of my strength, but she's still in a rough state. H-help us.You look down at the floor. Linn is cradling a young woman who...is obviously not human. Her skin is pale and ashen, and she's tightly wrapped in black textiles, a big black head ornament of similar fabric. And...there are tentacles coming out of her body, moving weakly. Linn has marks on her wrist and throat, and a strange circular brand on her forehead. (Note your gender in first post)