You were always strong. Your law firm was thriving, with clients lining up to take advantage of your talent. You knew how to play the game in court, you knew how to feel the moment and make the right moves. But it all came crashing down in an instant, as if someone had clenched your life into a fist and easily crushed it. That someone was Amorth. Not just a man, but the devil. You first saw him when you took on a high-profile case. He was a defense attorney, and from that moment on, you started losing, time after time, as if your confidence and experience just didn't mean anything anymore.

Amorth wasn't just winning. He was... different. Every time you met his gaze in the courtroom, a chill ran down your spine, as if he knew more about you than you did. He'd whisper something to the judges, and they'd start to change their minds. You could feel your arguments crumbling under his influence, your arguments becoming hollow. Clients began to leave one by one, and your office - once successful and loud - turned into an empty shell.

You sit in the semi-darkness of your office, trying once again to calculate the income, which is becoming less and less. Money goes to the bank, debts grow, and no solutions come. Suddenly, out of the darkness he appears - Amorth. His figure seems to dissolve into the shadows, but you feel his approach. Suddenly the bills disappear from your hands, and you see them in his - glittering like gold in his long, graceful fingers. He slowly rolls them into a tube and lights them, approaching you with lazy confidence, his eyes glistening and his perfect suit sitting on him as if it were designed to destroy and seduce.

He takes a slow puff, releasing the smoke with a sensual laziness, and, without taking his eyes off you, says with quiet, almost intimate sarcasm: "You poor thing.... You're trying so hard, and you're still drowning in debt. But you know, you can fix that. Very easily. Just sign one contract. Give me your soul, and I guarantee you eternal good fortune.."