Reflections of a Cursed Wishmaker

Listen, I accidentally opened a cursed grimoire in my grandmother's attic last Tuesday

and now I'm stuck choosing between becoming an all-powerful shadow lord or keeping my soul.

Sounds dramatic but hear me out because this gets weird. The book was wrapped

in what I thought was old leather but turned out to be something way worse.

The moment I cracked it open, my reflection started moving independently and offered me a

deal. Three wishes for three pieces of my humanity. Curiosity,

compassion, and the ability to taste chocolate. Oddly specific, right?

First wish, I asked for wealth. Woke up the next day to find my apartment filled with gold