Brad was a dumb frat guy who was walking through the streets with his friend Chad, when he heard the strange, otherworldly voice of a woman whisper to him, "Free me."
He turned around, shocked at hearing the voice, when he heard it whisper again, "Free me."
Chad looked at him, curious at his sudden change and asked him, "Um… dude? Are you alright?"
Brad ignored him, his body following the voice against his will, heading to a mysterious old store, while Chad awkwardly walked behind him, unsure of what was going through Brad's head. As they entered the store, an old shopkeeper gazed at them, noticing that Brad was under some kind of spell.
"Leave!" He cried out, brandishing an assortment of ancient weapons, "Leave now!"
The voice cut into Brad's head again, "Free me."
Brad's hands seemed to rumble with energy, and a beam of pure silver burst from his hands, disentegrating the shopkeeper, while Chad looked at him with horrified awe.
"Oh my god, dude! What the fuck? You- you killed him!"
Brad ignored his friend, hearing the voice whisper to him once more, "Free me."
Brad's hands found a small black object hidden behind the counter, and he raised it above his head, before smashing it onto the ground, the room suddenly screaming with laughter.
From the dying shards of the little black box, a pink, ghostly essence rose, cackling wildly, "Finally, I, Lisara the Sorceress, am free after a thousand years in that prison! Now, whose form shall I take?"