It was a stormy night in San Francisco when a woman was walking across her apartment in her nightgown holding a small bowl. "Here you go, sweetie." She said to a small baby husky as she set the bowl down for it. She continued walking to a small, altar table in her living room, kneeled in front of it and gently tapped her unlit candles, that magically ignited with her touch. She put her hands together and started to chant, unaware she was being watched from her fire escape window. "Auger de gomey, auger de gomey. Ancient one of the earth so deep, master of moon and sun. I shield you in my Wiccan way, here in my circle round. Asking you to protect this space and offer your sun force down." She finished but felt a presence behind her. She turned around but calmed down after seeing who it was. "What are you doing here?" She asked the person, who responded by stabbing her with a knife. She screamed in pain and slowly died, while the figure calmly walked out of her apartment.
Meanwhile, in a Manor on Prescott street, a young man with short black hair, holding a grocery bag and an umbrella is hastily walking up the stairs and walked through the front door. "Paul?" He called out into the house. "In here. Working on the chandelier." A man's voice called out from the foyer. Following the voice, He walked towards the foyer and saw another young man with short, spiky black hair on a stepstool working on a chandelier. "Sorry, I'm late." He said to Paul, who was coming down from the stool. "Why am I not surprised? You know Peter, I would have been here to meet the electrician myself, but you know I don't leave the Museum until 6. I didn't even have time to get out of this suit." Paul told his younger brother. "I just didn't realize how long I was in Chinatown. Hey, did Jeremy call by any chance?" he asked. Paul shook his head no. "He did have a packaged delivered for you. Wait, why were you in Chinatown? I thought you had an interview in Long Beach." He asked while they both walked into the den. "I did, but I had to stop by Yung Lee's market to get some ingredients for my audition recipe tomorrow," Peter explained to his brother. "So that Wolfgang Puck knockoff didn't hire you today?" Paul asked, not believing what he was hearing. Peter sighed "No, but this just might get me the job." He told him while holding up a bottle. "Jeremy sent you Port?" Paul asked while taking the bottle. "it's the ultimate ingredient to my recipe." Peter answered. "Nice boyfriend," Paul told him, earning a chuckle from both brothers.
Peter set the bag of ingredients on the table when he noticed something he hadn't seen since he and Paul were kids. "Is that our old spirit board?" He asked him while picking it up. "Yeah. I found it in the basement when I was looking for the circuit tester." Paul explained while Peter flipped the spirit board over to the back. "To my 3 handsome boys, may this give you the light to find the shadows. The power of three will set you free. Love, Mom." Peter read aloud. "We never did find out what this inscription meant." He pointed out before setting it back down. "Maybe we should send it to Phil. That guy is so in the dark, maybe a little light will be useful." He sarcastically commented while walking back to the living room. "You're always so hard on him." Peter pointed out to him, which caused Paul to turn around. "Peter, the man has no vision. No sense of the future." He countered back. "I really think Phil is coming around." He assured Paul, but he didn't buy it. "Well, as long as he doesn't come around here, I guess that's good news." Paul joked before going back into the living room. Heaving a sigh, Peter grabbed his ingredients and headed to the kitchen.