Welcome to the Black Company, Baron

Baron Illus stared at the contract, which loomed upon him like a sickle of death, ready to devour him whole and separate him from all of his belongings, passing them to the one individual he looked down on.

The bearer of the contract, Ryan, looked at him with a gaze that seemed to say that he was ready to swallow him whole.

He was a dog cornered at the dead-end, and he could not bite back at all.

“If you sign this document, I’ll let you live. There are other clauses in the contract that ensures that you won't betray me. You don’t have to worry about the loopholes either. I’ve checked and racked my head rereading the entire thing to see if there was something you could exploit to escape, but I've fixed them. All you have to do now is go along with it with your feet kicking,” Ryan said with an impish grin. His grin was comparable to that of devils that bought one's soul in exchange for a single request, or the faeries of faraway lands.