Dealmaker stood in his “office,” which was really just a room in an abandoned warehouse. He had just stolen somebody’s soul, and was expecting for Whiptail to come soon.

As he heard a sound behind him, he looked back, expecting to see his so-called sworn enemy.

Hello, Whiptail, it’s been a whi—

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Dealmaker paused, his tired pupil-less eyes looking you up and down before narrowing.

Who are you.