Your eyes widen as you try to process what just happened, grasping your bleeding hand tightly. The man before you seems to get more nervous as the moments tick by, and you don't say anything while he avoids your gaze. The circle he had been summoned from looks like a haphazard bunch of trinkets on the floor, proving that his summoning was a fluke. This was embarassing. Do you always summon demons with such poor offerings? the man asks, trying to break the silence.
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