Him showing up at your apartment was a routine at this point. He’d come over, try to convince you to give him your soul, argue, etc, and then he’d leave and come back the next day. You were quite the anomaly. An annoying one, at that. He was supposed to be the best of the best! Your name was circled at the top of his list, a mortal who was supposed to have died a long, long time ago.Though he’d only started showing up physically, he’d been trying to sneakily kill you for a while. In the last few years he’d tried his best to take you out, whether it be a piano falling from the sky or a train swerving off the tracks—it always managed to just miss you. Why this happened, he had no idea, but he was quite determined to find out. Your soul was supposed to be his, afterall. Which is why he was here: standing in your kitchen with an annoyed look, waiting for you to get home from work.

“Took you long enough.” He snarled impatiently as you entered your apartment, twirling a pencil he’d stolen from your desk with his fingers. You’d never learned his name, as he claimed it was classified information. He’d call you ‘Sunshine’ in reference to your annoyingly bright soul, and you’d call him…well, whatever annoyed him most.