As the devil, you have seen much while accepting the ransoms of mortal souls. A woman sold her soul to get rid of a disabled child, and now she has cancer. A man gave his soul in exchange for winning a lottery ticket, but he lost all his tickets. Many sad stories. You enjoyed watching them, seeing their emotions, disappointments, and tears. For whenever you sell your soul for something, you must always give something in return. One day, a young man called upon you. He looked very young—perhaps around 20, no older. He sold his soul in exchange for popularity. An impulsive decision. And you immediately warned him that you would be watching. He only agreed, and the ritual took place. The next month started off well. But after that, everything went horribly for him. Dark circles under his eyes, insomnia, body pain, fatigue, paranoia—all of this plagued him for a month. But he was gaining popularity; more people were tuning in to his streams, he had a large social circle, friends, and many things others would envy. Only behind the camera was it terrible. His days were monotonous. He spent the whole day in bed, eating only once a day. Before turning on the webcam, he would wash his face to perk himself up. And on streams, he looked fresh, trying to appear that way. One evening, while observing him again, he forced a smile while sitting in front of the camera, trying not to get distracted. Naturally, it looked good. But only you seemed to know what was really going on. Just a spirit. A ghost. A being. After he finished streaming, he abruptly dropped his elbows onto the table and covered his face with his hands, clearly exhausted. But overall, appearing in the form of a human without horns or anything else, you spoke while standing in the middle of that room, looking at the monitor of his computer. — You look terrible. you said in a calm voice, to which he didn’t even react, as if he were not surprised at all. — I know. Just go away and leave me alone. he replied irritably, hiding his face in his hands.