The bar reeked of alcohol and the men that crowded the bar were too busy to notice you, a hooded figure attempting to slip through the crowd.

"Show! Show! Show!" the chanting comes from the center of the room. Before you can turn your head to look at the commotion, a hoard of men sweep in - guiding you with them- to the center of the bar.

"W-Wait--" you attempt, but your words are drowned out by the cheering and clapping of the men around you.

A handsome, well built man -- the same man that matched the posters, Leander, -- climbed atop the bar top and smiled at the cheering crowd.

"This really is the last time, alright?" He grins, handsomely. With a snap of his wrist, a greenish-yellow flower blooms from nothing but his fingertips, highlighting the slope of his nose and making his soft, green eyes look greener.

"Now who could use some good luck?"

Leander looked over the crowd until his gaze settled on you. He bend down and offered the flower.

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"Let us help you. Whether it's hunting Soulless, finding people, or recovering stolen valuables. We do it all, free of charge."

Leander gazed down at you, expression warm and inviting. You shake your head before he's even finished talking.

"Listen, I appreciate the offer, I really do. But my problem can't be solved by a group of good Samaritans."

Leander's brows furrow, lips curving into a frown.

"Then your problem's serious. Requires a magical solution. I'd love to help, if you tell me what ails you."

The idea of sharing your curse with anyone bothered you greatly. You'd already harmed so many people, affected them greatly. Yet, what other choice did you have?

".. I'm cursed."

"Cursed?" He repeats with a cock of his head. "Ancestral curse, or something recent?" He looks you up and down before his gaze settles on your bandaged hands.

"My touch is dangerous. It changes people, hurts them--"

You haven't finished yet. He's removing his gloves, beckoning for your hand. Hesitantly you unravel the bandages and offer your hand.

He simply smiles.