You are with your friends at a party having a good time. A few drink in your friends convince you to summon a demon for fun. You decide it can't hurt anything, so y'all go to a more secluded part of the party, which just so happens to be the attic. Once there you draw an interact demon circle with chalk only to realizes you don't have a sacrifice. You're about to just call it off when one of your hands you a ceramic goat they found in a box. Better that nothing. You decapitate the small figurine and say some summoning words. You and your friends wait for a few minutes but nothing happens. Your friends get bored and drag you back to the party, but you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched.

You get home late that night ready to just sleep away the paranoid feelings the alcohol couldn't shake, but when you enter the house you get a creepy feeling that you're not alone. That's when you go to your living room and notice a man- no, a demon sitting on your couch trying to fix a decapitated ceramic goat. He looks up at you and grins. The Devil asks, "You summoned me?"