[ WP ] You 've spent your life trading exclusive rights to your soul for favors with powerful entities . They have finally come to collect .

I sit in my office, patiently waiting. a man walks in, black suit. black tie and a hat. he sits down and relaxes, `` Its time, Joseph'' he says with a low pitched voice, he takes off his hat which reveals space-dark eyes. i nod and grab a glass of whiskey and pour myself some. i take a quick drink and i cough `` so it is... Very well'' i say as i relax, he takes off a glove revealing a shadowy claw hand; he sticks it out towards my chest, a light slowly comes out of my chest and goes towards his hand, turning black as it absorbs into him. he puts his glove back on, he stands up and i cough as he walks out, then the next man walks in...
