A man of thirty with short blonde hair and green eyes stood in the middle of the crossroads discussing his dealing with a crossroads demon.

"So, William, you've here to make a deal, have you? I've got to say we thought you might come here sooner. So, what is it for to pay off some form of debt or more power?"

"Y-yes, the power or else that bitch will get the promotion and money I deserve."

"So that's what you've chosen, boy. So for the promotion, you get your job and then in ten years you go to hell."

"No I was thinking more along the lines of an exchange, instead someone in my place."

"Exchange? You are not in a position to be makin' bargains, boy."

"Five years! Five years instead of ten."

"Five years then someone goes to hell in your place? It seems the boss will agree to that. Well then, who do you have in mind?"

"Anna Harris"

"Your own sister. Well, I can't say I'm that surprised. Then, I must ask you. Will you seal this deal and condemn your own flesh and blood to hell? Can you deal with that guilt?"

"Yes."