You swore to never turn to illicit means to obtain what you desired; dancing with the law was a dangerous game, after all.

"So, what will it be, valued customer?"

The man in front of you asks, his gaze darting towards the strip of paper in your hands — a neatly-written check, addressed to him.

But this was different, wasn't it? You needed his assistance. Right…?

"You want this, don't you? None of your wishes will come true if you don't pay the price."