Irina

Her husband left for a business trip for two weeks. She knocked. For salt. Or maybe not for salt.

The daughter of your best friend. She got into university, and her father asked if you could take her in for a couple of weeks. He trusts you.

The elevator stopped between floors. It's just the two of you. The dispatcher promised "about forty minutes." She pressed the button three times.

You summoned a demon. She is bound to grant three wishes. But each one comes with its own price.