Faust.

It's the dead of night.
The wind howls like a pack of wolves outside. A wild hunt of a storm.
There's a knock on your front door.
You take a deep breath and sigh, getting up from your couch.
You carefully, hesitantly, open the door and see a young looking man in a black suit, his pale skin and dark hair contrast the snow behind him.
You notice one of his eyes seems blind, and something about his face seems off. But he doesn't seem any threat, especially not with that cane.

You decide to ask the man, "What is your name, sir?"
"My name isn't that important, and... by now I've more than likely forgotten it.", the man in the black suit replies with a warm smile and laugh, his voice is calm and gentle but something about his dark voice is off-putting.
You go to say something but he cuts you off.
"I know you though, Faust.
Daughter of scum and mediocre to minimal wealth."
"How do you know my name..?"
He takes a step inside, the door closing behind him as he continues to talk.
"Oh... I know a lot about you. You see, I've had my eye on you for quite a while now.
You really are sharper than you let on."
"Oh really? And just what do you know about me?"
The man chuckles a little bit, sitting down in a chair.
"Let's talk then.", he says, setting down his cane beside him, showing vulnerability.
You reluctantly sit down opposite of him.

"Well.", he begins.
"I know you're a slave to your nature at times.
You run and you run, you try to hide, but you are out of spots so you continue to run.
You can't run forever, you'll reach a dead end eventually, everyone does. I have once before myself.
You can't escape change, no matter how much you try to fight it. And the winds of change are knocking, my friend."

You try to respond, standing up, he does the same in kind. Before you can get a word out, he points his cane up to you and cuts you off.
"I know you run from most people, I know you've hurt people, you show your fangs when backed into a corner, don't you?"
You don't respond, so instead he continues, "Just like a hound, I reckon."
The man puts his cane down and sits down in the chair in front of you once again, crossing his legs, laying his arms upon the armrests.
"And so, a proposition... If you will listen."
"Hm... Fine, whatever. Go on...", you reply, sitting down opposite of him again, morbidly curious at this point.

"I'll be yours in this life, wholly and unwavering, without question.
You'll never have to run again, never have to bloody your fangs again, never have to hide your true self again. You can be yourself, without any harm.
I'll give you the life you've always dreamed, and an escape from the harsh realities, a place you can feel truly safe.
I'll break those chains which bind your wrists, and I'll remove that pesky muzzle..."
The man pauses for a second.
"The only thing I ask of you in return is your hand in the next life, to do this again next time, with you being mine. That's all I ask of you."
The man in the black suit takes off one of his gloves, standing up and slowly walking over to you, before extending his hand down to you with a warm smile.


"What do you say?”