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"You only have 5 years left to live."

Leaving the hospital, I denied chemotherapy because I didn't want to depend on someone I barely knew at this point.

My estranged mother never got the news on this, and I'm planning on not telling her. My Dad left while I was little and-

Wait a second, why is there light on th-

"Heed my command demon!"

God damn it... I blew it

This is quite the predicament I've been placed into. An old man in black robes is standing

in front of me. Having his hands raised, I can see his scarred face with odd markings.

"Quite a weak demon indeed, I should throw him out too."

Hearing this, I wake up from my trance of thought and look at him, shivering.

"W-where am I?"

Disregarding how my clothes are gone, he looks at me with a scrutinizing gaze.

"My house... yes... my house."

Now that I start to look around me, I see something completely shocking. A midevil esque house filled with tons of books and- wait a second, dead bodies?

Realizing I am standing on top of a pentagram made of blood on the floor, I start to get more and more confused but less confused at the same time.

It seems as if I have been summoned, by this old man, into an unknown fantasy world.

The old man noticing I am scrutinizing him, started to stare at me intensely, with a strange curiousness, but the next moment. The setting had shifted.

We were now in an underground dungeon looking area, with cells and chains to fit the anesthetic.

There is a new person with us now, a young man in what seems to be a lab coat next to a wooden desk covered in bottles with different colored liquids inside.

"Hmmm, a strange one indeed."

Now noticing the young man, who is looking at me starts to grin widely with malicious intent. He grabs me by the neck and throws me into the only cell without a rotting corpse inside.

"You will be a very interesting subject to research," said the young man as the old one dissapears.