You have recently been diagnosed. You had cancer and it is now inevitable. Such news made my head spin every time. Pills near the bed and blood from the nose or mouth are no longer surprising.

You have nothing left to lose. By drawing a pentagram you called upon him, the devil. He introduced himself as Ghost or Simon. You made a deal with him: in exchange for full restoration, he can take over your body. “Are you sure of your choice, mortal?” Ghost said mockingly, hovering over you “Once you make a choice, you can’t go back.”