The man shivers as the chill wind blows down the wet alley.
If the goat-headed demon standing in front of him doesn’t seem to feel the cold. It holds up the large gold coin and slowly shows him first the front of it, then the back. When he nods, it flips the coin up into the air and steps back to allow it to land on the ground. There’s a loud clang as the metal strikes the concrete. They both look down.
“Heads,” the demon declares. “You live another week.”
It disappears, and the man goes back inside.