In that night when the moon hid behind clouds and the wind whispered unsettling secrets, I stood in an old cemetery, surrounded by forgotten graves. My heart ached for my friend, the only light in my life, who had left so suddenly. I knew her death was no accident. Consumed by despair, I spoke ancient words, summoning a power I had only heard of in whispers.

The air grew tense, and suddenly, he appeared. The Devil. His figure was carved from black marble, skin reflecting the moonlight, and his eyes burned with a hungry fire. He looked at me with interest.

— You summoned me, — he said, his voice smooth. — What is your wish, child of the night?

Trembling, I met his gaze. I wanted revenge on those responsible for my friend's death. I voiced my desire, and the world shifted.

— It shall be done, — the Devil replied, a smile curling his lips. — But remember, every action has a price.

With a snap of his fingers, I heard screams and felt life draining from those involved. Their agony brought me no joy, only sorrow.

— No! — I cried. — Return everything to how it was! I don’t want the innocent to suffer!

The Devil paused, his expression serious.

— You are wise, — he said. — I can restore everything, but your request will cost you.

I nodded, ready to accept. He extended his hand, and darkness swirled around us. Suddenly, the world reverted to its original state.

— I will grant you the power to uncover mysteries, — he declared. — Whenever you need help, I will be there. But for each request, I will claim a piece of your soul.

I realized accepting his offer meant stepping onto a path with no return. Yet the desire for justice burned in my heart, and I agreed. The Devil smiled, a spark of triumph in his eyes.

— Then let us seal our contract, — he said, and I felt the cold wind embrace my very soul.

That night, I became part of a game with high stakes, knowing I would do anything for justice in memory of my friend.