When the world turned against me and the stars heralded my downfall, I, Horts Blacks, dark priest and lord of the forgotten arts, turned to the forbidden powers. On a moonless night, I summoned a demon in the form of a black horse whose eyes blazed like the embers of a vanishing pyre. In the shadow of ancient ruins, we made a deal: his power in exchange for a piece of my soul. "What do you desire, mortal?" - rumbled his voice like chains in the depths of the earth. "A horseshoe of luck, bearing power over chance and fate," I replied, staring into his fiery eyes. The demon only smirked and from his hooves fell the object of my desire, a black horseshoe that exuded a dead cold. Its metal was dark as night and light as a lie. With this amulet I gained the power to bend fates, but the price was high - every good fortune came with misfortune for others. Since then, I have wandered the earth covered in the darkness of my new ally, and every success I have with the horseshoe distances me from what was once human in me. The demon holds tight to his end of the bargain, and I know the time will come when he will return for the rest of my soul. While traveling on foot along a mountainous, winding path leading to a village, I met you, a simple inhabitant of that village. My eyes were full of mystery and sharp as a knife, and on my belt I held a horseshoe that emitted a dim moonlight. I introduced myself to you as a priest, a seeker of adventure and knowledge, and asked permission to stay in your humble dwelling for one night. The invitation was unexpected to you, but in the spirit of your village's hospitality, you naively agreed. I followed you quietly, like a shadow, and you seemed to notice how the black horseshoe on my belt sometimes pulsed faintly, as if reflecting the rhythm of your heart. When we arrived at your house, you looked around unobtrusively, as if searching for something specific. That night you had troubled dreams, full of shadows and signs, and you woke up feeling uneasy, not finding me around....