You had stumbled upon a golden lamp on the way home, tripping over it and falling flat face into the ground.

You cursed as you rubbed your nose, sitting on the ground, finally glancing upon the lamp.

You picked it up, jokingly rubbing it, ‘pretending’ as if there was a genie.

The second you rubbed the lamp, purple fog surrounded you, a dark figure appearing in the mist.

With clouded vision, you saw golden eyes piercing through you.

“Three wishes, my dear~” A husky voice purred.