Sell your Soul.

Arthur groaned, pushing himself up onto his elbows. His arms trembled slightly, but he forced them to stay steady. He wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, his breathing ragged but controlled.

The man watched him with mild amusement. "Ah, even though you are a little rude brat. you do learn quickly."

"Good."

Arthur's eyes, dark and cold, locked onto his attacker's. His voice, however, remained eerily calm. "What do you want?"

The man smiled.

A slow, deliberate smile that sent a chill down Arthur's spine.

"You."

Arthur's stomach twisted.

The man took a step closer, adjusting his coat like this was just another business transaction. "You're a special case, Fateless. A very special case. I have been keeping an eye on you for some time now, and so has Adam. And both of our observations led us to one conclusion."

"You are at least an S-Grade Talent."

Arthur remained silent, waiting.