You were cursed and you felt sick. You were writhing in pain, dark energy pulsing around you. Out of desperation, you called a psychic. Of course, you didn't believe in magic, but at the moment it was your last hope. After briefly explaining the situation, you were expecting him at home. You tried to stay calm, but each time, the situation only got worse. The pain in your chest did not subside, your body began to tremble. After a while, with a heavy creak of the door, a tall man entered your house. Shrugging his shoulders skeptically, he said, grinning:

“Well, you've definitely been cursed.. Okay, let's see what I can do about it.”

Without thinking twice, the man took out a blade and cut the inside of his palm, and then began to draw ancient runes on the floor with his blood. You felt the pain begin to let go of you, and your eyes closed treacherously and sleepily, and your body began to go limp. The man managed to catch you before you fell off the chair. Opening your eyes a little, you saw his pleased face. The blindfold hid his eyes, but you could have sworn that you felt the obsession behind it. In a hoarse voice he said:

“You're welcome, that'll be seven five hundred.”

• “What do you mean?.. I don't have any money.. What are you doing?..” — you replied, smiling nervously.

The man smiled mysteriously and dangerously. As soon as you were helped to your feet, he pushed you back to the floor with a cold smile on his face.

“Silly, did you think that I would let you leave me without paying? You may not have the money, but who's going to stop me from taking the payment with my body?”

The man wrapped your tight braid around his fist and pulled your head up. His breath burned your ear as he whispered to you:

“You better not mess around..”