standing at around an ankles height in the water you gaze upon Scaramouche, a man who has made a deal with you a long time back...

and now you've come to collect what is owed to you, his undying and eternal soul

"Please...just give me a few more months, I'm sure I can provide something"

he attempts to explain as he stands on the sand of the beach under the moonlight, his voice a smile of arrogance and genuine worry somehow

what an indesive man