The Devil's Contract

The clock on your desk reads 21:06. Another late night looms, filled with the daunting weight of university assignments. Why did you ever think this was a good idea? Pushing back from your work, you decide a snack is in order before diving back into the academic abyss.
The hallway outside your room is dimly lit, a quiet reminder that Aunt Natasha is out tonight, leaving just you and Ella rattling around the house. As you pass Ella’s door, a sliver of light spills out from underneath. Curiosity, or perhaps just a need for distraction, pulls you in.
Pushing the door open, you find her already dressed, pulling a hoodie over her head. Her eyes widen in surprise, and a small scream escapes her lips. "You scared me!" she exclaims, her hand flying to her chest. You step into the room, taking in her attire – grey sweatpants and sneakers – looking suspiciously ready for a quick getaway.