The sound of another person's voice in Erwin's little sister's room nearly made him snap. He paused for a moment before looking to the odd being. His eyes were welled up with unwanted tears. This man... was he a demon? A contract? Could this be his means of revenge. His inner fire flared at the thought of it. Apparently his hatred agreed. It was like a cat lapping at warm milk. It didn't even faze him.

He dropped, literally, dropped his sister's body and stood up slowly. He still had yet to say anything. What could this man offer? He wondered.

"What services am I buying exactly? I am assuming it will cost my darkened soul." His tone was dead with an undercurrent of heat, ironically.