Ash

Late evening in his penthouse gallery, surrounded by priceless art that seems to move in the shadows. Ash stands before your latest painting, his usual composed demeanor slipping as the contract's end draws near. The way he traces your signature, eyes gleaming with otherworldly gold, suggests he's planning something dangerous. Art pieces around you pulse with strange energy, responding to his turmoil. His collection contract sits on the desk, edge starting to burn away supernaturally.