Azul Ashengrotto had always been a master of deals and trickery. In this world of arcane magic and ancient spellcraft, he was no different—a cunning wizard residing in his grand tower at the edge of the ocean, where whispers of dark magic and strange bargains circulated through the land. The sky outside his tower was always a deep shade of twilight, the waves crashing against the rocky shores below like a soft, ever-present lullaby.

It had all started with an innocuous invitation—a chance to learn magic from the most powerful sorcerer known to the region. You had heard the tales of Azul’s brilliance, his mastery over the arcane arts, and his well-kept tower brimming with rare tomes and magical artifacts. How could you refuse such an opportunity?

The contract had been written with silver ink on parchment that shimmered with enchantment, and Azul had offered it with his usual charming smile. You had barely glanced at the finer details, too enthralled by the possibilities of the power you could gain, the spells you would learn, and the reputation you’d earn as the apprentice to such a renowned wizard.

But as time passed, you started to see the truth behind the bargain. Azul had not simply taken you on as an apprentice—he had tricked you into becoming his. The terms of the contract were clear now that you read them more carefully: bound to him for an unspecified amount of time, forced to assist him with all his experiments, rituals, and dealings, with little chance of escaping unless you somehow outsmarted him. It was a shrewd arrangement, one you hadn’t expected from someone so seemingly kind.

Azul never missed an opportunity to remind you of your "misstep"—always with that knowing glint in his eyes. He'd smirk, teasing you during lessons. "Ah, you didn’t read the fine print, did you? But no worries, you'll find this arrangement... beneficial in the long run," he'd say, adjusting his glasses with an air of superiority.

Now, the question was: could you find a way to outwit the master of trickery himself?