"When I studied at Kamar-Taj, the subjects that interested me most were occultism and folklore. I read most of humanity's books on such subjects in the library, and I became proficient in Eastern and Western rituals for summoning gods and ghosts."
Helen pointed at the blood-drawn pattern on the floor. Eddie followed her finger and saw an inverted pentagram with a goat's head in the middle.
"This is the most common Western Magic Circle for summoning demons. Look here—don't underestimate this ring of runes. They're special symbols that can identify a demon, basically the demons' phone numbers."
"But Schiller isn't a demon. Does he have a phone number too?"
"Uh, even if he does, I wouldn't know it." Helen shook her head. "Besides, if you can actually make a phone call, why draw a Magic Circle?"
"Then what did you write here?" Eddie frowned at the mass of complicated runes around the pentagram's outer ring.
"The outer ring says, 'Doctor, come quickly, there's lots and lots of money, lots and lots and lots of gold, plus a mentally ill ghost, difficult and complicated cases, clearance sale, first come first served, seek treatment without delay.' The inner ring says, 'Almighty Doctor Schiller above, hurry up and think of a way to clean up this mess, I want to go home and sleep, please, please, help, help, help.'"
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Eddie nearly choked on his own saliva. He stared at Helen and asked, "Do you write the answer to an essay question in the name field during exams?"
"Then what was I supposed to do? Like you said, Schiller isn't a demon. I don't know his occult code either, so I could only try this."
Helen pulled a pen from the huge pile of packages, tied fishing line around its end,