Just a man. Just a guard. Just one of the inhabitants of one of the many cities of the Empire. One of the faces in the faceless crowd. That is how it was. And it would have continued that way to this day. If not for chance… That accursed chance, when a tiny grain of sand, one of a host like it, causes a real rockslide.
And now he is no longer just a guard, but a corporal. Favored by his superiors and the town authorities. Recommended for an award. A considerable monetary reward awaits him as well. But… But he has only three days left to live. And only a malicious demon can save him. If, of course, it is possible to make a deal with such an unclean creature. The only question is whether the cure will prove worse than the disease. And whether, in the end, he will have to pay for a short life with his immortal soul… Becoming possessed…