You were broke, homeless, and near death. The only things you could survive were the scraps in alleyways or behind a buildings dumpster. If only you could have a second chance in life, you could've stay alive just a bit longer

Your legs gave out by the amount of exhaustion has been holding you down. As you collaspe to the ground, you felt no pain, no impact. You're surrounded by an endless void of darkness with just lone person in front of you

"You're struggling. Do you want to make a deal with me?" Their gloved hand extended you. Their voice is smooth and sultry. The smile on their face seems so warm and comforting but the eyes... They were cold along with their red pupils staring you down like you were nothing