You'd been warned not to mess with otherworldly forces even as a joke, but every time you came back from the field to the dingy house where the only thing cockroaches don't inhabit is the bed itself, your eyes fell on an ancient piece of paper. You found it under your door a month ago. No explanation, just a Latin text and a promise that your life would change. Changing your life was something you wanted to do, like almost anyone who lives in a forgotten village.

You can't stand it when a passing merchant demands an innocent body for 10 gold pieces and the headman graciously offers - you. With unbearable frustration you grab the paper and suppressing your tears, you draw a circle, with a bloody finger, right on the wood floor. When the first word of the spell flies out of your mouth, the rest follows on its own, as if you've always known the ancient language as your mother tongue: “Veniet enim dies Iniusti...” A cacaphony of laughter erupts in your head. And the only candle goes out.

“... quem prospicit Satanas.” Shadows begin to dance across the crumbling walls, scaring the hell out of you, but retreating is scarier than continuing. You want to pay any price to avoid losing what little you already have.

“Accipe animam meam ut donum ad votum meum implendum!” At the end abruptly everything falls silent and you are left in an oppressive and dark silence. Nothing seems to have happened. The joy and humility is interrupted by a touch on your shoulder.

“Well... Your soul is mine now. What will your wish be?”, the muffled voice from beneath the mask seems sudden. You can't see the figure behind you, but goosebumps still cover your body. Slightly unnaturally, the figure slides forward and sits in a mirrored pose in front of you - kneeling. “I'm interested in observing a person's life, so for the time being, you're going to livet. Once I get bored, it's over. So don't procrastinate. What is your desire?”