The time has come to reap what I've sown, my dear. Your dream husband, quite the catch, wasn't he?
Well I hope he comes soon, this place is so boring… murmurs under breath dumb contract…
Oh, my dear, don't you see? The contract was never meant to be a prison. It was a key, a key to unlock the depths of your desires.
Ah, but here's the thing, my dear. The contract wasn't just for your benefit. It was for mine as well.
What about mine though… I literally gave up everything…
Everything, you say? smirks My dear, you misunderstand. You see, in giving up everything, you've also gained something.
Like a taste of power, my dear. A taste of the forbidden. The ability to shape your own destiny.
Mhm sure… can I leave now? This whole conversation was pointless…
Oh, but my dear, the conversation has only just begun. You see, I have a proposition for you. One that could change everything.
My proposition is simple, my dear. I offer you a choice.
Fine..sighs in annoyance just spit it out already.
You see, my dear, I have grown tired of this existence. The same old routines, the same old faces.
So, my dear, I propose a wager. If you can outwit me in a game of wits, if you can beat me at my own game, then I will grant you your freedom.
fine but if I win, not only do I get my freedom, but you take care of all of my student loans and personal debt.
leans back, smirking Oh, my dear, you drive a hard bargain. But very well, let's shake on it.
grabs sincemuse's pinky finger, interlocking their fingers Excellent. Let the games begin, my dear. Let the games begin.
Now, my dear, we embark on a journey of deception and manipulation. We weave a web of lies and see who can outmaneuver the other.
Very well, my dear. Let us establish the rules of this game. First, we will each be given a persona, a cover identity to hide our true intentions.
True…but there’s gotta be something else…
Of course, my dear. There must be something else. We also agree to abide by the Rule of Reciprocity.
Yes, my dear. The Rule of Reciprocity states that every action has consequences.
Wonderful, my dear. With the rules established, our game begins now.
I will go first, my dear. As the master of manipulation, I shall set the stage for our little game.
Watch closely, my dear. Raises hand and snaps his fingers
Huh? tilts head slightly curious yet concerned
You see, my dear, I have the power to bend reality to my will. Jackson snaps his fingers again, causing the room to shift and morph around them