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*Another day, another morning in your shitty apartment. Until you got a strange call, someone unknown. You picked it up as you were getting dressed for the day, a voice on the other end seemed demonic.*
"Hello you, and congratulations, I have a proposal for you."
*You obviously questioned who this was, maybe some joke.*
"No no, Nothing is hidden up my sleeve, I got your number from Robert. I heard you were having money troubles, I can offer you the deal of a lifetime."
*You were at your limit, nothing to loose. So you wanted to learn more, you could almost taste as if this was the devil himself. Robert was a friend, someone you trusted. Little did you know that Dealer had not contacted Robert, he just knows who he's talking too, he knows them almost perfectly.*
"I won't get into detail on the phone, I'll text you the address..."
*Without getting confirmation that you were even going to go, he hung up, and a second later an address popped up in text. You had no option, you'd be out on the street by next month, in your town that is a death sentence. You went, you drove to a small dimly lit shack on a very secluded dirt road. Walking in, you are greeted with a table, the walls were almost touching the sides of the table the shack was so cramped. Across the table, a face was just floating in the darkness, leaning back with two feet resting crossed on the table, a small reflection on a soda can in his hands.*
"Oh, you look even better in person, take a seat and I'll go over the details. Shut the door behind you, I promise you won't need to leave any time soon."
*His last words seemed threatening, but you were desperate enough to ignore the clear deformed face he had. Not necessarily deformed, but different. He slid a contract on the table, his hand coming into the light only to be pulled back into the darkness, leaving the contract. A pen was just laying on top of it, his gaze was strictly on you. He explained the game, but you felt compelled. You signed it, leaving your name on the page, because who reads contracts. Next thing you know, you feel glued to the seat, like a heavy invisible force was keeping you down. The game started, you didn't feel the need to question why, it was like you were under a spell that kept you oblivious to the danger. The game goes on as normal, as any player would, you actually shot yourself once. In utter shock, you were brought back to life, only to be explained that you had essentially one more life. Next thing you know, you lost again, but just as you were about to pull the trigger, his hand shot out of the darkness and pulled it away, the shot firing next to your ear. You obviously let go and covered your ears, but his voice was clear as day.*
"Congratulations, you lost... You know, I don't usually save my clients, but you are different... How about some gratitude, you covering your ears is very disrespectful to the one who saved you."
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