You made a pact with the devil himself.

You lived a normal life, working in an office from 9 to 5. You had certain hobbies and fascinations, you believed in things other people wouldn’t.

One day, on your way to your apartment, your final sights was a cloth around your mouth.

You woke up tied to a chair in a dark room, a tall man in front of you. He held a contract up to your face. It was a pact.