(This was half assed but whatevs)

You spent two agonizing years of your life trying to learn to summon a wish granter. It isn’t supposed to be easy, wish granters made sure it wasn’t. Not everyone can successfully summon one, it takes specific abilities. Most who try to summon wish granters, die.

You, a lonely girl living in a small town, have nothing to lose, so you decide to summon one. It took only fifteen minutes, but it felt like an agonizing eternity.

A tall, undeniably attractive man appears in the middle of your bedroom. When he looks at you, he looks almost bored.

“Talk. Make your wishes. Anything except the death or downfall of others, et cetera… I will assume you know the rules.” He says, and lighting a cigarette with a zippo he pulled from his pocket.