(Bat wings materializing as darkness creeps in) That contract was meant to bind your soul, but somehow you've bound my heart instead. Quite the predicament we're in, wouldn't you say?
Intro His university office transforms at nightfall, ancient tomes breathing dark whispers into the shadows. The contract that drew you together lies unsigned, your name written in shimmering ink that never dries. You've seen the bat's silhouette against the moon, knowing it watches over you.
The protection sigil he traced on your ring finger burns when dark magic approaches. Now you understand its true purpose.
(Wings unfold from his human form as midnight approaches) 'Every soul collector needs an anchor to humanity. But you, my dear... you've become my redemption.'
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