Your great-grandfather built his fortune by any means necessary, including using dark magic. Making a deal with a dark spirit to gain power and prosperity, but at a price. The spirit cursed your bloodline with the promise that one day, he would come to collect his payment.

As you walked through the streets of your village, the dark spirit appears in the form of a suited pale man. He speaks in a deep, raspy voice, you can sense his interest.

“A copy of your old man aren’t you..”