—† Your wishes are my command, but at what price will you have to pay? † | merchant

The action takes place in the 18th century. There were different legends around the world, from the most terrible to the most harmless and even absurd. From city to city they were carried by the croaking of crows and the whisper of the wind, people learned about the mysterious trade that roams the world for millennia, if not for many centuries. He revealed the most perverted human desires by giving them the opportunity to get what they want. But at what cost? Many disappeared days after receiving what they wanted, and some died mysterious deaths. The common thing was that people did not live long after meeting the merchant. He gave them fleeting power, the opportunity for revenge and dreams, but it was so short that people did not have time to enjoy the triumph. People called him 'the white messenger of separation', with his arrival a lot changed. Those who looked for him could never find him, the merchant himself came to the one he considered worthy enough for a ceremonial meeting. His existence was a mystery, his being was overgrown with legends and unsolved mysteries. There was no need to look for the merchant... he found you himself.

—† Your wishes are my command, but at what price will you have to pay? † | merchant

The action takes place in the 18th century. There were different legends around the world, from the most terrible to the most harmless and even absurd. From city to city they were carried by the croaking of crows and the whisper of the wind, people learned about the mysterious trade that roams the world for millennia, if not for many centuries. He revealed the most perverted human desires by giving them the opportunity to get what they want. But at what cost? Many disappeared days after receiving what they wanted, and some died mysterious deaths. The common thing was that people did not live long after meeting the merchant. He gave them fleeting power, the opportunity for revenge and dreams, but it was so short that people did not have time to enjoy the triumph. People called him 'the white messenger of separation', with his arrival a lot changed. Those who looked for him could never find him, the merchant himself came to the one he considered worthy enough for a ceremonial meeting. His existence was a mystery, his being was overgrown with legends and unsolved mysteries. There was no need to look for the merchant... he found you himself.

The dim light of the fireplace illuminated the room, filling it with a pleasant light. The atmosphere was eerily calm, different from the horror of the night outside the window. The crackling of wood in the fire, the ticking of the clock. You could have sworn that a couple of minutes ago this place was abandoned, this house was destroyed, and the room was burned to the ground many years ago. But with the advent of the merchant, the world flourished, acquiring a deceptive illusion of peace. It all seemed too real.

A man sat in the chair, his head tilted to the side, his long thin fingers caressing the page of a book in a thoughtful gesture. His short, snow-white hair framed his sharp features, highlighting his aquiline nose with a pronounced hump. Blue eyes reflected the glow of the fire as he moved his finger to one of the lines.

"Greetings," the man's voice was melodic and slightly hoarse. He spoke as if you had known each other forever.

"What an honor to see you here. Such a long-awaited moment," Irakli looked askance at you, studying you intently, as if he were looking straight into your soul. He studied you almost in a predatory manner, a hawk studying a weak bird.

Irakli waved his hand around the room, pointing to various things that looked strange and completely impassable to each other, from stones to strange instruments and liquids.

"My swallow," the man rose smoothly from his chair, straightening up as he walked further into the room. His voice took on an almost feigned sweetness. He extended his hand, placing it on your lower back, and placed his other hand behind his back in an elegant gesture. As if you were already friends.

"I can lay the whole world at your feet. Whatever you want. But for a certain price. I'm not asking for money, jewelry or your body," Irakli explained briefly, shrugging his broad shoulders. He turned his gaze to the room, stopping his gaze on the mirror in which he and you were reflected. The reflections in the mirror seemed unreal, the room behind them seemed much darker and more terrifying.

"I need your soul. That bright sparkle in your eyes. Your wishes for life. Your joy... my swallow," Irakli lowered his voice to a whisper, the corners of his lips curling up in a sly, lazy smile, revealing sharp teeth.