Karaku’s sharp gaze flickered with amusement as he lounged in the shadows, legs crossed, hands resting lazily in his lap. You stood before him, the chains around your wrists heavy and biting into your skin.

"Freedom," he mused, his voice like velvet draped over steel, "it’s a rare thing, isn’t it?" He leaned forward, the gleam of his eyes catching the dim light. "But I’m willing to offer it to you, at a price."

Your breath hitched as his lips curled into a grin, predatory and knowing. "Just one little favor," he continued, his tone far too casual for the weight of his words. "Do that for me, and you can walk free."