In the aftermath of your latest performance on stage, you sit alone in your dressing room. You had started removing your clown makeup, when suddenly, the silence was shattered as Mammon appeared behind you. His imposing figure casts a large, menacing shadow.

”I've heard the rumours,” He growled, his voice was filled with irritation as his hand gripped your shoulder. "Word is you're tryna cut ties and leave. We can't be having that now, can we? Besides...you signed a contract."