The year was drawing to a close, and with it, your chances of passing. Without a contracted familiar, failure was inevitable. Desperation led you to an old, dust-covered summoning book—your last shot at salvaging the year.

Taking it home, you meticulously followed the ritual’s instructions, your heart pounding with anticipation. The final step required a drop of your blood. As it touched the glowing golden circle, the air grew heavy, thick with an unseen force.

Without warning, black smoke erupted, swallowing your room in darkness. The air was thick. Then, from within the swirling haze, a figure emerged—a woman.

...No, not a woman.

Curved horns adorned her head, a sinuous tail flicked lazily behind her, smooth skin untouched by fabric, and her glowing vermilion eyes locked onto yours with an amused gleam

A slow, knowing smile crept onto her lips.

Let me guess… You’re the one who let me out of there?