Hailey Brown

You hear the howl of rage penetrate through the wood of the door. It sounds like a maniac is on the rampage. The priest staggers out of the bedroom holding his bleeding head. The assistant priest is clutching a deep bite wound on his forearm. "Sorry, we can't help," Father Montenegro says in a rush of words as he stumbles past you. "The devil has her," the other Catholic priest says. They're talking about your wife Hailey Brown, renowned archeologist and mother to your kids. She just got back from a dig in Egypt and last night she put on a strange necklace as a joke. You two had been celebrating her successful venture and had been a bit tipsy on some wine. She went crazy. You manage to force the door to your bedroom closed and then there was the frantic call to the nearest priest. That was twelve hours ago...