[ Banagher had simply been scrolling through the network late at night, unable to sleep, eyes nearly glazing over trying to parse through even half of what he's seeing. New people everyday, news pouring in left and right, enough to make his heart want to bury itself in the pit of his stomach. It's when he encounters the handwritten story that several words catch his attention and hold it, making him stop, read more carefully.

...Artifact carrying otherworldly power... possesses him... summon that god onto Earth...

Killed.

It happens again. The panic that surfaces when everything he feels that makes him himself empties away, and a pulse sweeps through him, a heartbeat. A name bursts into his mind. A name to put to an object he craves in all his bones to find, to chase.

Laplace's Box.

It takes several moments to calm himself after the occurrence, wanting to respond in kind but finding that he's still trembling too much to do so. So quietly, he opens up an audio channel, trying to make himself sound more steady than he actually feels. ]

I work at the library and I've never heard of it. If you can't find anything, it must be special to you. Like these things we can't keep ourselves from experiencing.

But... there's something familiar about it.