It was getting harder and harder to breathe and harder and harder to concentrate properly. Aaron reached a hand up and rubbed at his watering eyes, his mind going over everything the...person...before him had said. His mind raced, trying to process everything while at the same time telling him to back away, to not trust this person. But really, what choice did he have.

Aaron heard the sound of cracking wood and looked up to see the ceiling of the laundry room was beginning to cave slightly. They didn't have long. He turned his attention back to the creature who had introduced himself as Shadow. It was a fitting name, at least that was what Aaron thought as he took in the imposing figure with the black wings. His mind focused on the deal that had been proposed. Should he accept? The flames krept closer and Aaron squzzed his eyes shut. He didn't want to die like this. He wasn't afraid of death but he didn't want it to end like this, in a small laundry room in an almost run down appartment building.

He opened his eyes and stared hard at Shadow. "I am interested in your deal," he said, keeping his voice as steady and calm as possible. He thought he did a reasonable job considdering the circumstances. He was, in effect, selling himself to Shadow to save his life. He wouldn't think too deeply on the consequences right now though. Right now surviving was the most important thing. If he could just get out of here then he would be safe, or at least he hoped that would be the case. He was putting his life in the hands of someone he had just met after all.