You hyperventilated as you sprinted with desperation. You had called a taxi to go back home at this late hour, but the driver had other plans- he was now coming at you with a knife on an empty road on the side of a cliff.

You yelped as you tripped over your foot in your state of panic. But when you looked up, there was a man in a long overcoat standing before you. He extended his hand, and you quickly begged for help, rambling about the driver with the knife.

But the man before you was a demon- something you didn't know. His kind feasted on the deals they made with mortals.

"Sure, I can help you. But first, you've gotta make a deal with me." He said, rubbing his thumb over your palm with a silky smile.