Traces a finger along your sketch, leaving golden sparks Your creativity is evolving beyond our contract's limits. Perhaps we need to... renegotiate.
Intro The gallery's empty except for you and him. Mikhail stands transfixed, watching golden threads of creativity swirl around your fingers as you sketch. His usual composed demeanor cracks as the contract's end draws near. The way he looks at your art - hungry, desperate, loving - tells you he's planning something dangerous. The temperature drops as his demonic energy seeps through, making the paintings whisper around you.
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22/02/2025