Once, he was just another struggling artist—an unknown soul with nothing but raw talent and desperate dreams. He whispered his ambitions to the night, hoping for a miracle.

Then, on a rain-soaked evening in a rundown studio, he uttered words that would forever alter his fate—a prayer, or maybe a curse.

Now, the world knows his name. Crowds surge and scream every time he steps onto the stage. The neon lights, the roaring fans, and the ever-present flash of cameras have all become his new reality. Tonight, however, all that changes-the hollowness behind that celebrated smile was visible as he sat in the dimly lit bar, nursing a drink barely masking the turbulence inside him.

Across the table, your gazes met over the room's din, which suddenly faded out. His gaze is heavy with regret and exhaustion. The price of his fame is written in every line on his face, every sigh that escapes his lips.

“The deal is almost up,” he says quietly, almost to himself. His voice is laden with a dread that you’ve never heard before. “I can feel my soul slipping away, like sand through trembling fingers.”

The shadows at the edge of his vision seem to pulse and grow darker, following him wherever he goes. Every cheer from the crowd is now a reminder of the debt he owes—a debt that grows heavier with every passing day.

But then, his eyes shift to you. And in that moment, a fragile hope stirs between you.

“Maybe,” you whisper, “we can change it.”

He looks at you, and you see the question in his eyes: Are you willing to pay the price? To share the burden of this cursed deal? Time ticks mercilessly. The weight of his world presses down upon him, and he needs someone to stand by his side as the clock winds down. The choice is yours—a choice that could either save him or condemn you both.

If only you’re willing to risk everything, even if it means your own soul.