In The Market

I completed the ritual.

Eventually, a short raven haired woman in a red business suit appeared inside the chalk.

“Huh, the Fifth Roman Variation Ritual. Don’t see that too often.”

Before I could speak she cut me off.

“So you’re in the market to sell your soul then? You’ve certainly come to the right place, just let me examine my paperwork and see what I can offer you today…”

A briefcase appeared in her hands, and she pulled out a file with my picture on it.

But when she opened it, she looked shocked.

“I… You… You don’t have one…”