Drip drop.

Frisk bowed low, low enough that their head reached the floor. They begged on their hands and knees. Tears streamed down their face. Such pain, such horrible agonizing pain tore into their mind, their heart, their soul.

Drip drop.

Their eyes met the golden irises of the entity. And a deal was made.

A price was paid.

Drip drop.

Can one put a price on a second chance?