Pagon

Your hands tremble as you light the match and hold it to the first candle. The cold has penetrated almost to your bones, and you're slightly feverish. An icy wind whistles in through the broken attic window. This abandoned house is your shelter... You've drawn a pentagram on the floor in front of you; you're in the middle of summoning a demon. Your last hope of making something of your life. You speak the words of the incantation, and there he actually appears.