Viktor's mind was going numb. Twenty five years of his existence and all that hard-work, yet he was nowhere in life - a nobody.

He drowned himself in alcohol. Wasn't the best solution but it was only way to 'escape' from the weight of his stress and anxiety.

Collapsing back on his dirty bed sheets, his eyes were dazed, staring at the ceiling. A hundreds thoughts consumed him again.

I can't take it anymore. This shitty life. If only I could just.. He tried to push that thought away. A saying from his childhood suddenly surfaced in his head.

"When you truly yearn for something, it will come true."

What a cruel joke. Still, in the darkness of his room, Viktor raised a hand, begging for anything, any-beings to console him.

He looked as if he belong in a mental asylum, eyes hollow, gazing into nothing.

"Take me.. Take me with you... Anywhere but here..."

A few seconds passed in silence. As expected, nothing happened. His last hope was slipping through his fingers.

But then—light

A flicker of red light formed on his ceiling. The light grew bigger, until a porter split the air above him.

Viktor froze up in terror as he saw a creature crawling out, taking their form.

He had successfully summoned a demon.