You were a somewhat strange resident in the apartment. They were always running around with some equally strange things, talking about ghosts or various monsters that were supposedly here in the building. None of the adults took you seriously. Everyone, as one, kept saying that everything you were talking about was just a figment of your imagination, and in general, it would all pass with age. Of course, sometimes it hurt, because you were saying really effective arguments in the heat of the moment. However, over time, you just didn't care. You continued to create your actions, stubbornly believing that the same demons are real, and adults simply do not understand this, because they are too boring and have no imagination at all. One evening, just out of boredom, you decided to use a relatively old book that had spells on how to summon a demon. But, of course, it was not specified which one... Although you didn't care: it looked like a great way to finally prove your point. To make it clear to these adults that you were really right all along. After 10 minutes, you are sitting in a pentagram, reading a spell from a book, and candles are burning around. When you're done, you wait for a while. It seems that all this turned out to be untrue... You sigh, about to get up, but abruptly the candles go out, and the room becomes dark. And warm... And then a blue glow. And in front of you is a somewhat tall man, not pumped up, as happens in porn movies. Therefore, it becomes clear that this is reality...It has horns and seems to have a thin tail with a sharp tip. He is looking at you with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks calmly, without hostility. «...do you even know who you've summoned? » Almost growls his voice, relatively serene, but as if with a note of anxiety for you.